Nine Feet Underground

Another working day, but the last one before I have a day off to attend a special occasion. More about that tomorrow. In the meantime, reality. One thing that's really cheesing me off right now is all this bullshit from the con-artists and Richi Sumac (c) about poor quality degrees. Since when has the only objective in life been to earn loads of money? All degrees have value if they teach a student to think for themselves, to become independent, to learn the value of life-long learning and to develop a sense of their potential impact on the wider world.  I'd like to see how this is to be measured and how value is determined, because it surely isn't from a spreadsheet.  Writers, poets, musicians, artists, comedians and more besides, may not necessarily become rich and maybe they don't aspire to do so, but we need them.    I have a bigger, logically constructed argument on this subject, but it really pisses me off, and I despise people that think like Sunak and so I ha...

Feels like I'm getting better. At what, no one will ever know. Usual Saturday crap, natch.  I have so much to do I don't know how I fit working in. Be that as it may, today is cliché day.   It is a beautiful day, though. The sun is shining and I'm going to go and get my hair cut while I'm out shopping.  Hair today, gone in an hour or less, see you the other side. Back. Chores. What fun. Later I'm due to collect son #3 from his university accommodation for the last time,  another milestone and yet more change is in the air. (It wasn't me, officer.) In amongst all the activities I've been watching a BBC2 documentary called ' The Stones and Brian Jones ', which has been been captivating and a reminder of how talent (and life) can be squandered.  Read more about it in this Guardian piece . I will try and finish this today or tomorrow. About to set off and collect son #3, his gf and - more to the point - all his stuff.  Home with everything, now it's ...