The University of Life
I'm one of those self-satisfied cunts who left school at 16, armed with a couple of O levels, but buckets of common sense and a burning desire to spit down on those who thought they were superior and that the world owed them a living simply because they had been to University.

Years later, I have a successful business, I'm fucking loaded, and I still see some of those not-so-superior scum trying to shake off their debts.
I also regularly get graduates reeling off their "qualifications" and expecting to be granted an executive sound engineer position, manning FOH mix at prestigious shows. Erm no, sorry old bean, I don't care what your papers say, especially if you can't spell or punctuate (I'll send your CV back with all the mistakes ringed in red biro, that's the kind of cunt I am). Now, get your gloves on and unload the truck. Oh, mine's white with no sugar. And I want chocolate hob-nobs, chop chop. That's the point they start to poo themselves. They never said it would be like this at Uni....
Welcome to the Real World.

However, I do feel for those of you that were conned by the Govt, as said above. You, and the rest of the country have been royally fucked over, the value of a degree has been degraded to such a point as to be arse-wipe. I even feel the odd twinge of sympathy for my schoolmates. (Actually, no I don't, fuck them!)

Erm, I still prefer my Doc and my Solicitor to have spent years with their heads in books though!

I also wish I could manufacture my own Meth/Crack/Acid etc, I'm sure there must be a Uni course that covers this in great depth.
(Rsoles, Wed 24 Oct 2007, 12:14, Reply)