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Oh fuck me, now Andrew Neil is telling Michael Portillo Christmas cracker jokes. And... *change channel*
Not the Marlowe then?That's what I'm thinking, aye. It's about the right size.
Or, as I used to call it at uni, the *snigger* Grill-Bakery! *snort*
I was such a wag...
Me neither, but the Marlowe's enormous, the venue they were in wasn't, and had the right layout and stuff for the Gulbenkian.Not the Marlowe then?
Not been to either in a very long time.
You missed portillo's theory on why people use food banks: it's not because they're hungry; it's just so that they can save money on feeding the family and spend elsewhere.Oh fuck me, now Andrew Neil is telling Michael Portillo Christmas cracker jokes. And... *change channel*
The more that sorry excuse for a human being gets into politics the worse he becomes.You missed portillo's theory on why people use food banks <snip>
i did. but i could extrapolate from the bits i did see.thought youd turned off PM ?
Not simply 'elsewhere' but quite specifically on 'drugs'. The utter utter wanker.You missed portillo's theory on why people use food banks: it's not because they're hungry; it's just so that they can save money on feeding the family and spend elsewhere.
Really.
it was - try living in the same town...Oh, it's in Canterbury! That makes sense then as that's where I met Bunny
Portillo in recent years seems to have been repatriated into the land of 'not a total prick' with his cuddly rail programs and his avuncular manners.
but he's still the same old toxic shit he always was in power
Grammar school is an elite secondary school where you have to pass the eleven plus exam to get into. It's for more academic pupils.
It's for pupils who, at the age of 11, look like they will be more adept at academc subjects.
The whole idea of streaming kids into separate schools at that age is pretty barbaric IMO.
e2a: Glad someone pointed out that a return to grammar schools would suggest a return to secondary moderns as well. Or some other kind of lower-tier school for those deemed to be not really worth the effort.
Dogsauce said:They're also missing out that adult education and proper apprenticeships with day release by committed employers was one of the reasons for post-war social mobility, that's how my Dad got on in life (via ten years at night school). That sort of thing went down the toilet when we moved to a model of transient employment with little investment in worker education, you're supposed to buy that yourself at university if you can now.
The woman in the audience talking about 'vetting' immigrants to make sure they're the 'right sort of people' and how that's 'nothing to do with racism', I wish I could've stood up at that point and asked her who fucking vetted her to make sure she's 'the right sort of person'
Grammar school is an elite secondary school where you have to pass the eleven plus exam to get into. It's for more academic pupils.
The more that sorry excuse for a human being gets into politics the worse he becomes.The next time he does one of those railway programmes, somebody should arrange for him to never re-enter the UK.
Edited to add: Scratch that - he should be stripped of everything he owns, forced to drop any and all social or professional contacts he has, and forced to live on JSA (sanctions and all) for 15 years.
Okay, I'll do that, just as soon as he's completed 15 years under JSA conditions.Just tie him to a train track, he loves them so much so it would be a fitting end
He did what?!Read something about that dude in the audience who blurched brand being a brother of a UKIP MEP.
Most of the audience are political hacks. The main parties have bussed them in for years. I saw an episode being filmed in Leeds once and there was this front row of really weird looking tories, proper blue rinses and teenagers wearing ties, that they must have ferried over from Harrogate or somewhere like that. Nobody like that exists around here, not even in the Conservative social clubs.
One of the more vocal people in the audience was apparently the brother of some UKIP bod. You can usually spot the UKIP plants a mile off.
I actually applied to be in the audience at the one they did here a few months back, as did Mrs Frank. I think the question I submitted was something relatively innocuous by my standards, something like 'which of the major parties should I vote for if I'm opposed to privatisation?'. Neither of us got in. I didn't notice any local accents in the audience