June 19th, 2008

Life, University & Everything

Posted in Not the Job by 200

My eldest is currently in the hunt for a suitable university in which she can run up a huge debt & fritter away my commutation.To that end, we’re in the midst of trips up & down the length & breadth of the land.

This week we decided to use the train. With petrol at around £1 a molecule we thought it might be cheaper to let the train take the strain. When I got to the ticket office I told the girl with a face like someone had filled it full of sour lemons & kicked it that I only wanted to sit in the train, not buy it but she just looked at me. If my kid ends up wanting to go to this university she can bloody well stay there for three years ‘cos there’s no way I’m funding a train fare every time she wants her washing done.

The whole train thing is a bit alien to me these days. The last time I went on one it was driven by a chap with soot on his face & I paid in groats.

For a start we couldn’t find anywhere to sit; all the seats which weren’t taken were piled up with discarded top secret Al Qaeda files. By the time we made our way through the first 2 carriages we’d been approached by 4 people offering to sell us stolen government laptops, disguised as bottles of water. Mind you, by the end of the journey I’d have paid laptop prices for a bottle of water.

For the money you pay on a train you’d have thought you could at least expect to sit down. It was nearly 2 hours before we got a seat. There wasn’t a single pregnant female available to offer me hers, outrageous.

The university looked quite nice. You could tell where the priorities lay though; the student union (or bar) was the size of Leichtenstein. I’m not too sure about the accommodation though. I don’t know about you but when I go to sleep at night I generally prefer my feet & head to be in the same room.

Overall, I think we were reasonably impressed with the place which would have been even better if it wasn’t for all the students.

We’ve got 4 more to check out. These appear to have been chosen by my child, not for their educational excellence but for how far away they are from my house. It’s such a serious situation that I’m even considering doing some overtime to cover the train/petrol costs.

Actually, that last bit is a complete lie, it’s not that bad!

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3 comments

  1. Grumpy Old Biker says:

    Think yourself lucky – my son is off to Bordeaux University in September.

    (With amazing good fortune, he decided against Martinique.)

    However, I did notice that Rail Minister Tom Harris, is well on top of the situation. I quote from a recent statement…

    “… investment in the railways is being increased, expenditure maintained and a far higher proportion of it spent on increasing capacity. With costs now under control, efficiencies being delivered and Railtrack’s backlog of maintenance now paid for, the money we have committed will support the demand for rail travel and improve punctuality and safety, the things that matter most to rail passengers.”

    There you go, absolutely no need to be pissed off – as Tom would be the first to tell you.

    I noticed in the news today, he reckons that people seemed to be afflicted by “crippling levels of cynicism and pessimism”.

    Yep.

    June 20th, 2008 at 10:46

  2. ReallifeDlibert says:

    you’re getting old my friend :)

    your daugther has more than likely picked her shortlist using such importnant factors as male / female ratio, price of beer etc etc

    be afraid :)

    June 20th, 2008 at 13:43

  3. laboratory testing says:

    Don’t forget that we (the students) must also consider the class size. Bigger the class size–the easier it is to skip class without being notices.

    July 2nd, 2008 at 21:29

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