Agent Sparrow
the age of slippers and migraines
Oh god, I thought for a second OU's comment was a sign he was becoming a father, rather than a teacher!
Then they are cunts. There are cunts in all walks of life.... Tho probably a higher proportion among rich city types, true. But all public school kids and everyone that works in the city and all the rich aren't like that.Some of my rich City friends have ignored me since I became ill and poor and an angry leftie do-gooder with ethnic minority/disabled/LGBT friends. They don't know what to say to me. Perhaps they think we no longer have anything in common. And I can't afford to socialise with them when they are sailing, skiing, going to fancy restaurants etc. I think they find poverty in their own social circle to be awkward, embarrassing, shameful, a bit pathetic. The weak are just fodder - they only exist to be trodden on by the entitled alpha males.
It's dog eat dog, public schoolboy ethics. They never really grow up. Watch "If" to see how they were conditioned. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/If.... It was on telly the other day.
I know, it's only SOME of my rich City friends who are cunts.
The desperate housewives episode?
Malcolm John Taylor was born on June 13, 1943 in Leeds, England, to working-class parents Charles and Edna Taylor. His father was a publican and an alcoholic. Malcolm hated his parents' ways and fought against it. His father was keen to send his son to private school to give him a good start in life, so Malcolm was packed off to boarding school at age 11. He attended the Tunbridge Boarding School and the Cannock House School in Eltham, Kent. At school, he was beaten with the slipper or cane every Monday for his waywardnes
Some of my rich City friends have ignored me since I became ill and poor and an angry leftie do-gooder with ethnic minority/disabled/LGBT friends. They don't know what to say to me. Perhaps they think we no longer have anything in common. And I can't afford to socialise with them when they are sailing, skiing, going to fancy restaurants etc. I think they find poverty in their own social circle to be awkward, embarrassing, shameful, a bit pathetic. The weak are just fodder - they only exist to be trodden on by the entitled alpha males.
It's dog eat dog, public schoolboy ethics. They never really grow up. Watch "If" to see how they were conditioned. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/If.... It was on telly the other day.
No Lindsay Anderson film "If" Frumious B link was incorrect.
I can't link to the right page - the url for the film page goes to the disambiguation page. So you have to scroll down and look for a 1968 Lindsay Anderson film. I went to the same school as the writer of the screenplay. Even the surreal bits of the film seem like entirely logical extensions of the school culture. In fact the whole thing seems just as accurate as my own memories of it all. Even the padre being in the special apology drawer in the headmaster's study http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonbridge_School
Lindsay Anderson film "If"....
they'll wake up one day to it, and realise they haven't got a soul. you end up cold and abusive with them attitudes. FACT.I worked in Canary Wharf for a 'leading global financial services firm' for a while.
I have never, ever seen such a bunch of obnoxious wankers as some of the vile people I encountered there. The way they treated 'ordinary' people like waitresses and bar stuff was unbelievable.
I know a few like that. But also really lovely, kind, thoughtful people (it was two bankers that rescued us when we found ourselves homeless for 6 weeks)I worked in Canary Wharf for a 'leading global financial services firm' for a while.
I have never, ever seen such a bunch of obnoxious wankers as some of the vile people I encountered there. The way they treated 'ordinary' people like waitresses and bar stuff was unbelievable.
If was written by my best mate from university's uncle. I met him a couple of times - very funny and charming.I can't link to the right page - the url for the film page goes to the disambiguation page. So you have to scroll down and look for a 1968 Lindsay Anderson film. I went to the same school as the writer of the screenplay. Even the surreal bits of the film seem like entirely logical extensions of the school culture. In fact the whole thing seems just as accurate as my own memories of it all. Even the padre being in the special apology drawer in the headmaster's study http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonbridge_School