A Far Fetched Resolution

I’ll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far-fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end up in the grotesque chaos of a Labour council, a Labour council hiring taxis to scuttle round the city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I’ll tell you.. You can’t play politics with people’s jobs and with people’s services.

Friday, May 12, 2006

I'm still alive...

Just in case you all thought I'd died or something...

I've done the next best thing. I've spent most of the past few days in the library reading about Kant. Well get me.

Anyway - in my absence I leave you with yet another delightful picture of my fat old cat.

Take it away, Tipsy.

[Finals commence in a fortnight. I have absolutely no idea what a good or a bad result will be. I could be cruising for a third, I could be scraping a 2.1. It's probably closer to the former than the latter, but we can but hope.

Kids, a word of advice. Don't try and do a three year course in 6 months. And if you do, try to be a bit more organised than I am. And if you're not...well you're probably me. ]

P.S. If anyone knows anything about the Philosophy of Science & Social Science, Locke, Berkeley, Hume, British Social History since 1870 (in particular - Class, work, unemployment, education and social mobility), and Modern British Government (with reference to the Human Rights Act, the Party system, Party funding, House of Lords reform & the electoral system) that does not already feature in Wikipedia and cannot be Googled please email.

posted by Pickles @ 12:14 am  

1 Comments:

  • At 9:51 am, Blogger Lola said…

    We have missed you skippy. And we wish you luck with your degree. I am contempleting that great socialist institution known as the OU as a means of completing mine over an extended perios of time.

     

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