From the rich mythology of KJB: Having left school at 14 in 1938 and wearied of life as a Liverpudlian brickie’s assistant, he went down to the Labour Exchange, announced that he was wages clerk, and, most of the young men being at war, immediately landed an office job. “Ah,” he said on his first day, “at my last place we used a different system; you’ll have to teach me this one.” His next major promotion, in 1949, is recounted on page 9.
The person whose great academic work I am charged with faking this month is not in the same ballpark (he can afford not to be), but anyone who thinks that a PhD still necessarily constitutes an original and significant contribution (a door-opener) hasn’t been near a university for a long time, and bureaucratic formalities (door-closers) shouldn’t be allowed to impede the ascent of the truly great.
Q: What’s the bigger story in the UK this morning, news that its young are thick as pigshit (OECD league table), or news that their parents are (NatWest/RBS are incompetent, citizens believe that consumption is all)?
A: From the world’s most popular news site:
- Real Academia Española contemplating eliminating accents
And they’re going descriptive, bit by bit.
- “one of the most rooted wine families in Jerez”
The Ayuntamiento de Jerez gets EU money to assist with tourist promotion, but professional translators won’t work with it because it
- Crate/office training
Never heard of it, but it reminds me that we lack a Wikipedia page on office culture, to include the following: Office
- Early tricycle-barrel organ conversion
From The Parish Clerk (1907) by Peter Hampson Ditchfield: Robert Dicker, quondam cabinet-maker in the town of Crediton, Devon, reigned for many
- Family album
The best photos I’ve ever taken.