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“The temptation must have been for the quiet life. We could have just said, ‘let’s not even go near the higher education issue, put some more taxpayer’s money in but leave it.

“We could have sat back, taken the plaudits for that and just left the issue alone,” he says. “So to grasp the nettle I think is admirable.”

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— Alan Johnson again, same interview. Well worth a read for a little context of Labour’s opportunism - and a six-year-old rebuttal of some of NUS’s current arguments.

"I just reject the notion that working-class kids are more debt averse than youngsters from other backgrounds,” he says. “I just reject it completely, absolutely completely. I don’t think there is the slightest shred of evidence to say that because you are from a working- class background there is something in your genes or in your upbringing that makes it difficult for you to comprehend this. I come from this background."

— Alan Johnson, then Higher Education Minister, arguing for the introduction of top-up fees.

"Today, there is no news."

— BBC Radio London, 18 April 1930

The Three Kinds of Student

Having read many thousands of column inches about students in the past few weeks, my eyes have been opened.

Rather than a diverse group of people from all backgrounds, ages and incomes, working in various topics and disciplines across the nation whether it be full-time, part-time or evening study, the media has bravely discovered that students come in only 3 types, and are practically designed to be loathed by economically productive parts of society (that is, everyone else).

Posh Right-Wing Reactionary

You are rich, or the kind of ‘middle-class’ that spends £22k a YEAR on private school. You are considered to be permanently dressed in Barbour, tweed, or white tie. Your hair is large and perma-windswept, your scarves are silky, your voice braying. You are congenitally Tory, take soft art courses, and are given top jobs by family friends.

You never do any academic work, and everyone over 26 hates you.

Unreconstructed Desperate Leftie

You are probably middle-class, but hide it. You complain about Palestine and East Timor to your philosophy lecturer, hold Campaign Weeks every week, and buy keffiyehs in bulk. You got Noam Chomsky’s entire output from Amazon and look up ‘hegemony’ on Wikipedia regularly to remind yourself what it actually means.

You never do any academic work, and everyone over 26 hates you.

Sponging Lazy Oxygen Thief

You wake up at 1pm every day, have 45 minutes of contact time a week, and are taking the first semester of your sociology course for the third time. You wear hoodies until they disintegrate and are constantly in an arms race of drinking capacity with everyone else in your disgusting, parental-supported flat. You are a drain on ‘hardworking families’ and should be sent down the mines.

You never do any academic work, and everyone over 26 hates you.

There are no exceptions. Glad that’s cleared up.

(*Note: Actually, there is one exception to this rule: ‘Your Kids’. The children of anyone reading an article about the future of HE are excluded. While ‘Everyone Else’s Kids’ are contemptible, misinformed sinks of your tax money, ‘Your Kids’ are clever, attractive and destined for success after their terribly difficult and important degree is finished)

"In bygone days, commanders were taught that when in doubt, they should march their troops towards the sound of gunfire. I intend to march my troops towards the sound of gunfire."

— Jo Grimond, Leader, Liberal Party Assembly, 15 September 1963

The Great Crash 1929

This is my latest attempt at any proper understanding of macroeconomics.

Being sentient today means being bombarded with articles about recession, public spending, currency wars, neoliberalism, shock doctrines, and so on. I can make my way through most articles without issue but there’s always the nagging feeling that I’m being sold snake oil via the very economic principles the author relies upon, but neglects to mention. 

Reviews said that this book is readable thanks to its generous dose of sarcasm. Thankfully, they’re correct.

Playing with Autostitch on iPhone

Playing with Autostitch on iPhone

Hello Tumblr

I had Facebook. Then I had Twitter. Now I have this. The moral of the story is: at no point did I join MySpace.

I’m really just doing this because there’s a tube strike and I’m still at work at 7pm.