Bank Holiday Monday

It's a good job bank holidays don't mean an awful lot to me as I am currently something of a sweaty, wheezing, sore throated mess. I have roused myself from my sick bed as there is too much at stake. By which I mean I am unprepared to miss Motion City Soundtrack playing "Commit This To Memory at Koko tonight. By the way, if I have to hear "May the 4th be with you" one more time, I may not be responsible for my actions.

I neglected to mention that I caught The History Boys at the Churchill Theatre on Saturday night. Well acted and highly enjoyable, it made me think about my own relationship with education. Even at this point, I'm not sure whether I was truly passionate about education or whether I was simply proficient at it as a box ticking exercise. It's difficult to feel positive about the academic background when I am still unable to reap any tangible rewards from it*.

 However, I can heartily agree with Rudge's assertion during his mock Oxbridge interview that "history is just one fucking thing after another". The homoerotic undertones and inappropriate behaviour with students on the back of motorcycles is not something I remember from my youth. But I suppose it was very much a different time.

*Nearly 28 years old and I still pretty much feel like this. Do I blame the system or blame myself? Probably both. This is the sort of blog I don't really need to add anything else to.

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