>Dalrymplisms – Grading on a Curse

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The head examiner of a British school-examination board, Peter Buckroyd, whose examinations are taken by 780,000 children, recently explained to teachers why a pupil who answered the question, “Describe the room you’re in,” with “Fuck off”—an actual case, apparently—should receive a grade of 7.5 percent rather than a grade of zero. Indeed, Buckroyd went so far as to say that “it would be wicked to give it zero because it does show some very basic skills we are looking for.”

First, the candidate had spelled the two words correctly, said the chief examiner, which showed some grasp of English orthography; and second, he had strung two words together correctly, which showed some grasp of grammatical structure and an ability to convey meaning. Had the words come with an exclamation mark, moreover, the candidate should have received a grade of 11 percent, because he would have shown some grasp of punctuation.

“We’re looking for positives,” explained another examiner, who was presumably desperate to avoid provoking low self-esteem among his examinees. Buckroyd added that, after all, the candidate was “better than someone who doesn’t write anything at all.”

Had the pupil written “Fuck off, you bastard!” he would presumably have received 22 percent, which these days is almost certainly a passing grade with distinction. Unfortunately, my knowledge of English expletives is not sufficiently extensive to compose a sentence that would have attracted marks of 100 percent, and such a sentence, in any case, would not be publishable here.

Theodore Dalrymple, a physician, is a contributing editor of City Journal and the Dietrich Weismann Fellow at the Manhattan Institute.

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>Don’t ask me…(about BS Protectors)

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Cut them out and hook them over your ears when your personal Bullshit Meter goes off the scale.

But this definitely falls into the “Bullshit Bingo” category.

In other words: make sure that you’ve got a watertight contract, or you’re on REALLY good terms with your boss.

I had and I was….

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>Now I know…#1

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…why museums in Germany don’t sell t-shirts.

Whispers: Because all the visitors are so bloody old

Down at the Frieder Burda Museum in Baden-Baden, they’ve showing “Sculpture by painters” – an exhibition of 145 significant works by Georg Baselitz, Max Beckmann, Georges Braque, Marc Chagall, Honoré Daumier, Edgar Degas, Jean Dubuffet, Max Ernst, Paul Gauguin, Alberto Giacometti, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Yves Klein, Willem de Kooning, Markus Lüpertz, Henri Matisse, Joan Miró, Amedeo Modigliani, A.R. Penck, Pablo Picasso, Antoni Tàpies und Cy Twombly, juxtaposing paintings and sculpture.


Choice, as ever.


But they don’t sell t-shirts at the museum shop.


I would have just loved Miro’s “Femme devant le Soleil” (for some considerable time in fact, judging by her tan) in XL

Not a chance.


Which is fairly obvious, when you look at who was there on a Friday afternoon.


Oldies. Mostly wearing jackets and ties. And Sensible Shoes.


Not your average T-shirt wearers.


And I wasn’t the youngest person there, either



Mrs jb was, though.

I also know why you can’t get a Senior Discount anywhere in Germany.


There’s just too many of us. It appears that we’re the difference between profit and loss



Since becoming officially Chronically Gifted in August, I’ve managed to scrape together all of €2.50 in rebated admissions.


It’s not that I don’t ask. 

Public transport, bookshops, restaurants, supermarkets – Ms jb refuses to appear in public with me

Especially now that I start every sentence with “Of course, now that I’m a pensioner…”…


So they’d be silly to

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>BFO #1

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>Tunes for a Tuesday – 21 October 2008

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Emilio Pericoli – Al Di La from Billboard Top 100 Hits of 1962
Rick Danko, Jonas Fjeld & Eric Andersen – Blue River from One More Shot
Massiv – Blut gegen Blut from Blut gegen Blut Re-Release
Copeland – Chin Up from Dressed Up & In Line
Graham Brazier – Fool For You from East Of Eden
Walter Meego – Girls from Voyages
Gene Simmons – Goin’ Back To Memphis from The Chess Story 1947-1975 (1957-1959 )
Shannon Brown – Half A Man from Happy Texas – Music From The Miramax Motion Picture
Janis Joplin – Half Moon from Janis
Bruce Springsteen – Incident On 57th Street from The Wild, The Innocent & The E Street Shuffle
LCD Soundsystem – Losing My Edge from LCD Soundsystem
Cocteau Twins – Love’s Easy Tears from John Peel’s Festive Fifty 1986 – Radio Version
Wir Sind Helden – Nur ein Wort from Von Hier An Blind
Adam Ant – Persuasion from Persuasion
Massive Attack – Safe From Harm from Collected
Yo La Tengo – Sugarcub from Stockholm Syndrome
Bobby Charles – Take It Easy Greasy from The Chess Story 1947-1975 (1955-1956 )
Bob Dylan – Talking John Birch Paranoid Blues from Live at the Town Hall, NYC – April 12, 1963
Dixie Nightengales – The Assasination from Theme Time Radio Hour – 44 – Texas
Marianne Faithfull – Working Class Hero from A Perfect Stranger – The Island Anthology

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>This I need: ABC3D

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Someone wrote:
“I’ve just acquired the single most beautiful book I’ve ever owned”

Mine’s on order.

Although anything by Edward Tufte gives it a run for its money…

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>Don’t ask me…(about arty-farty)

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Kate from Visual St Paul featured this painting by Ernesto Ybarra, a St Paul artist of Mexican heritage, the other day

I ventured that I’d hate to say what I thought it reminded me of. (Of what it reminded me)

When pressed, I said that the title should perhaps be ¿Quiénes dejaron un rasgón?*…

Turns out that the red kerchiefs are associated with the Zatapista movement in some way.

Just shows what I know.

Bugger all, as usual…

*“Who let one rip?” That’s what the online dictionaries reckon, anyway…

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>I’m very sorry about this….

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The Subaru at the Super U.

I can’t help it.

I’m having treatment, but I keep forgetting to take the pills….

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>You know you’re in….

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..France when – in the wine department of a bog-standard hypermarket (Cora in the Zone Industrielle in Haguenau) – you find well-thumbed copies of Hachette, Parker and Vin, provided by the store for a discerning buying public.

All comes down to Joie de Vivre..

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>Don’t ask me… (about Pseuds Corner)

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I really like Petra Bittl.

She’s a hugely talented ceramic artist, she’s got a wicked sense of humour and Axel, her husband, (ex- linebacker) is as nice a guy as you’re likely to meet.

The only thing I’m not too keen on are her bloody cats but I keep quiet about that…

Sometimes.

But she’s giving me a hard time at the moment.

She’s got a major solo exhibition at a flash gallery next month and she’s asked me to translate the blurb in the glossy catalogue for her.

Don’t know who wrote it (it wouldn’t have been her, I’m pretty sure of that) but it’s pretty dire stuff.

It’s reminds me of Corporate Bullshit Bingo, where you take a whole pile of meaningless buzzwords, string them together and spout them out with conviction.

Pretty much like the Hans Christian Andersen’s fable of the Emperor’s New Clothes – everyone knows you’re living on Pseud’s Corner, but no-one’s got the bottle to challenge you.

It’s taken copious quantities of the product of hop, grape and grain to get out of the starting blocks, but I’m flying now.

Laughing hysterically, mind you, but just zipping along.

The following has just emanated from my pen:

Petra Bittl’s creative output has its origins in the intensive relationship between sketching and painting, with clay as the medium. The aesthetic integration of sculpture and image transcend the pure form of the object. An alloy of form and content is forged within the ceramic sculpture itself together with its porcelain epidermis as a surrogate for canvas or paper. Designs and pictorial elements define the sculptural form and detail with facet-rich autonomous stylistic idiom both content and meaning in each sculptural object.

Good, eh?

I think I shall send it in to Private Eye – they’ll pay 10 quid if it’s published…

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