Never Meet Your Heroes
They're bound to disappoint - like the time we booked Wayne Hussey for the B3ta Radio Show. Five minutes before we're due to record, Wayne
phones, lost on the M25 with his Brazilian wife screaming in the background. Not so much the King of Goth, as a hen-pecked flake.
( , Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
They're bound to disappoint - like the time we booked Wayne Hussey for the B3ta Radio Show. Five minutes before we're due to record, Wayne
phones, lost on the M25 with his Brazilian wife screaming in the background. Not so much the King of Goth, as a hen-pecked flake.
( , Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
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Steve Jones
Foremost genetics expert in the UK, not really a hero, I read a couple of books of his in 6th form, and found out he was the main lecturer for my first year genetics courses.
The man was (in the parlance of our times) an arrogant twunt, no doubt as a result of too many nubile young female biology students asking his autograph, writing the same book 5 times and getting praise every time, and being asked to talk on telly everytime something vaguely scientific happened.
Credit where it is due, the lectures were amazing, but talking to the man himself it quickly became apparent he was completely in love with himself. He also didn't have time to bother marking any coursework, and decided to let all the students mark each others, at random. Of course the grades were all split between firsts given by generous, socialist types, and fails given by the selfish students. This is also totally against university rules, but he obviously felt they didn't apply to him.
I got screwed, can you tell?
( , Fri 26 May 2006, 23:30, Reply)
Foremost genetics expert in the UK, not really a hero, I read a couple of books of his in 6th form, and found out he was the main lecturer for my first year genetics courses.
The man was (in the parlance of our times) an arrogant twunt, no doubt as a result of too many nubile young female biology students asking his autograph, writing the same book 5 times and getting praise every time, and being asked to talk on telly everytime something vaguely scientific happened.
Credit where it is due, the lectures were amazing, but talking to the man himself it quickly became apparent he was completely in love with himself. He also didn't have time to bother marking any coursework, and decided to let all the students mark each others, at random. Of course the grades were all split between firsts given by generous, socialist types, and fails given by the selfish students. This is also totally against university rules, but he obviously felt they didn't apply to him.
I got screwed, can you tell?
( , Fri 26 May 2006, 23:30, Reply)
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