Of all the animals of prey, man is the only sociable one.
Every one of us preys upon his neighbour, and yet we herd together.
The Beggar's Opera: John Gay

Thursday, 27 August 2009

Results Day for Wildebeest


Sighs of relief all round in the Tavern as the Urchin's GCSE results appear - we shan't have to send the child up the chimneys after all. As one of those lucky, lucky people whose entire education has been in the hands of New Labour, the Urchin was naturally well aware of the obligation to be pictured in the media on results day with a big smile and shiny hair.

Sadly the cameras were absent, as they were when the Artful Dodger collected his A-level results last week. Perhaps it's just as well, since a review of the coverage suggests that the Telegraph et al are only interested in capturing the celebrations of the Wildebeest (easily recognisable by their long legs, flowing manes and inability to function without the rest of their Abercrombie&Fitch-clad herd in tow) and neither of the Tavern's junior inmates fits the profile.

The Wildebeest is the ultimate New Labour creation - photogenic and obsessed with appearances, achieving 'excellence' within clearly-defined parameters. No dangerous free-thinking here; Wildebeest are careful to like what everyone else likes, to follow the orthodox path that leads to 'year-on-year improvement' and infinite growth. Logic has no place in the Wildebeest world - all must have prizes and everyone can, should and will be above average for ever and ever, amen.

For more on the subject, I thoroughly recommend this at Unenlightened Commentary.

3 comments:

  1. "Sighs of relief all round in the Tavern as the Urchin's GCSE results appear - we shan't have to send the child up the chimneys after all."

    Congrats!

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  2. Try this one on trains:

    http://asp.kandles.co.uk/acatalog/Trains.html

    This is Prescott's constituency.

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  3. Thanks, JuliaM - the urchin's actual grades, while not exactly outstanding, are sufficient to do the desired A-level courses and thus entitle us to a nail-biting summer two years hence when the all-must-have-prizes generation compete for a dwindling number of university places.

    Demetrius, I'm sure there's a clever analogy in there about running on pre-ordained tracks - and how appropriate that it's bound for Paragon station - but I can't quite put it together.

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