anyone in Havant?

Can look at a car for me?

Like quick?

Cheers

Nige

 

Vass is nearby but there are some very dodgy places in Havant so he might
refuse to go to some parts! My lad lives on the outskirts but wouldn't be
any good looking at a car: he aspires to his stepdad's Daewoo Matiz FFS.

 

hehehe - it's an Audi S3, original version, quite specialist, but easy
enough to check for ropeyness.

I dont have Vass' number, the idle ****.

 

he hasn't posted since Monday and they have a habit of dropping dead
down there. Try email - his addy is easy to unmung in his headers

 

I took a wrong turn once, heading for Bedhampton and ended up in Leigh
Park. Fortunately it was 4pm and everyone was still in bed.

 

No idea. Fortunately, my lad lives the other side of Havant in
Bedhampton, went to college at South Downs and most of his mates are
from Waterlooville or Rowlands Castle.

 

He has just finished. He has an offer to go to Aberystwyth Uni, based on
A levels took last year. He didn't do as well as he needed to get into
Bristol due to a penis led distraction. Attempts this year to improve
his grades failed due to apathy so he has decided not to take the
Aberystwyth place and has found a job. Apparently it is a trainee
manager position in Kings Theatre, Southsea. I imagine it is front of
house or bar management as he has some experience. I'll find out more
this weekend when he gets back from a hurriedly arranged holiday to
Ibiza.

 

You know what - he'll almost certainly be fine. I'm really beginning to
wonder if a university degree is the way forward these days. <Mode:
sweeping generalisation without only imaginary data to back it up> The
difference in earnings potential of someone with a degree to someone
without doesn't seem so huge, and the number of years to pay off the
debt seems to be increasing.

 

We've had a number of conversations about the topic. The extra year in
college demonstrated to him that whilst he is quite bright he does not have
an academic bent. He's done quite well working in a ten-pin bowling place
over the last 2 years, dealing with useless managers, unenthusiastic co-
workers and the general public. I don't think he liked the idea of getting
into debt and wants to become independent of his mother ASAP. Hopefully, he
will find some co-workers to share a flat with in Southsea. It would be a
decent area for a 20 year old with a disposable income to live as it has a
constant supply of students for him to prey on...

 

Conversation yesterday, behind me at work, between 2 young graduates.

One is doing language classes at lunchtimes at work.

"It's very difficult - it's all 'verb's and 'nouns' and that".

"I remember that from school. Nouns - they're 'doing words', aren't
they?"

"Yes, I think so".

 

Graduates schmaduates.

V had no idea what a verb, noun or adjective were until I explained them
to her. She was learning Italian and simply didn't understand the
terminology her teacher was using.

V, let us not forget, is a practising solicitor, aged 32.

 

I did English Lang & Lit to O-level (1986).
In the fourth and fifth years, we spent a grand total of one double
lesson on Lang. The rest was all Lit. And I _hated_ Pride & Prejudice.

It's no great surprise that I got a U for Lit. I could've done a lot
better than a C for Lang. Yes, I do know what verbs & nouns are. Just
about. Get much more technical, though, and I rapidly glaze. It's by far
and away my biggest problem in getting beyond the basics of a foreign
language.)

Strangely, my degree (Computer Science) did not greatly add to my
comprehension of the finer points of grammatical structure.

 

Describe them in terms she would understand. Professor Adjective verbed
him in the dining room with the noun, etc.

 

How the **** can you get a U for EngLit?

I got an E, and I never got round to reading Julius Caesar or To Kill
a Mocking Bird.

Half it was guesswork, and the rest required the spouting of some
pretentious bollocks about "feelings" or "motives" or somesuch.

 

I got a C using the same technique. Fortunately after most books, we
were rewarded by being able to watch the film version. That gave me a
head start on the exams I hadn't had on the coursework.

 

I did JC too. Fortunately, a few days before my exam, the BBC showed JC
as part of their Shakespeare season.

I wrote a lovely little bit on the closing speeches by Brutus &
Octavius. That and guessing the meaning of some obscure phrases from
Chaucer got me a C.

 

Really? All it needed was zombies.

 

Which brings us nicely back to the jam and peanut-butter differences.

 

Exactly. My experience wasn't helped by the following, our EngLit
teacher was also
a: my flight commander at the Air Training Corps
b: still sulking after being given a lesson in front-row rugby during
the school v staff match
c: convinced that Cervantes' classic was Don Kwikzote.
d: a right knob.