A Study in Study

I don't know. Back in my day studying meant scribbling in a wall-paper covered jotter whilst listening to a Led Zeppelin/Rush/Genesis/Kraftwerk/Jean Michel Jarre C90 mix-tape on a Philips Music centre that took up half the non-central heated room. That was if I could find a pencil in my wooden pencil case with the sliding lid in amongst the novelty rubber pencil tops and protractors (there was always a protractor in there; don't think I ever used one, but there was always one in there).

Nowadays it's all Macbooks and Office Suites and wikipedia with music streaming through Spotify whilst Dad makes you lasagne and serves up white chocolate strawberry muffins as first drafts are emailed off to their teacher. Kids nowadays. They just don't know the half of it.

Twelve hundred words comparing private and state secondary school education doesn't sound much fun mind you. Not when there's lots of other distractions going around, like the news story about a certain Scottish MP and his visits to a swimmers club. Heather honey, it wasn't a 'swimmers' club he was visiting... I'll explain it to you one day, but for now, get those last 400 words typed up.

X