Thursday, 29 December 2011

I recently saw the following facebook post:

An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had recently failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer.
The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan". All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an A.... (substituting grades for dollars - something closer to home and more readily understood by all).
After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little..
The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else. To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed. It could not be any simpler than that.
Remember, there IS a test coming up. The 2012 elections.

These are possibly the 5 best sentences you'll ever read and all applicable to this experiment:
1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.
3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.
4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!
5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any nation.

I thought it needed a 2nd chapter:

This is a lovely story, but there is a 2nd chapter.

The next semester the students decided they wanted their grades to be decided in a neo-liberal capitalist fashion. After all, that would mean everyone got what they deserved. The students all had different abilities, interests and work ethic, so they were all allowed to choose what they wanted to study.

Two students were twins, and the sons of another professor. ‘As your father is so clever’ the professor told them ‘you two will get an A grade without having to turn up to any class.’ One twin thought this was fantastic and spent the entire semester partying before receiving his ‘A’ at the end of term. The other though had more motivation and attended all classes hoping to achieve a 2nd grade A – which due to his ability, plus effort, he did.

One student decided to study nursing, he was told he had to attend 60 hours of classes a week, which he did. He worked hard, staying up till midnight every night and making sure he knew everything he needed. At the end of term he received his test result and was delighted to see he had achieved 100%! He was less pleased to see that it had been graded a ‘D’ though. He queried this with the professor who told him that nursing was not as hard as other subjects so he could not receive a higher grade, no matter how hard he worked.

There was also a student who decided to study football. He was told he had to attend 1 hour of classes a week. He studied on and off in his spare time, and was surprised after only one week to receive his test – which he had thought would be at the end of term. He passed the test with 55% and received a grade ‘A’. The professor told him that he could sit the test every week, and if he kept his score above 50% he would receive an ‘A’ every week. This student ended the term with 12 grade A’s.

The music student also worked hard, but did not mind as she loved her studies. Half way through the term she received a test paper. She achieved 90% but no grade. When she asked the professor about this he told her that he had flipped 10 coins after marking her paper. As they had not all come down ‘heads’ she would receive nothing for her work, which was a shame as it deserved an ‘A’. Surprisingly this did not deter her however as she reasoned that eventually, she would get 10 ‘heads’ in a row and receive the ‘A’ she deserved. She was right, two years later she received her A.

Another student realised that as the papers were not done in sight of the professor, he could get other students to take his paper for him. He recruited a group of students from another college which could only afford to give very low grades. These students were just as clever, but only the top students were even able to achieve a grade ‘G’. A group of them agreed to take the paper. When the results came back, the paper was graded ‘A’. The student gave one of the grades to the students from the other college, who were happy to share it, and he kept the resulting ‘B’ for himself.

One student had to skip classes now and then to care for her sick mother, she tried hard to catch up with the work missed but found it impossible. She lived next door to the student who had received their ‘A’ at the start of term without having to do any work. She asked him to help out to enable her to attend class, but he declined, reasoning that it would only encourage her to become lazy, and that she had to learn the value of hard work if she wanted to achieve anything in life. She finished the semester with an ‘E’.

At the end of semester party, the students reflected on what they had learnt. They decided that not everyone who had been rewarded had worked hard, and that not everyone who had worked hard had been rewarded. Their class had fragmented and the experiment had caused discord and unhappiness. They realised that there was more to life than just ‘grades’ and that grades alone were not a measure of success or worth. One tenth of the people had got the idea that that they didn’t need to work because they already had what they wanted, and nine tenths had realised that hard work didn’t matter because someone else was going to get what they had worked for.

The professor told them that neo-liberalism would ultimately fail because for 99% of the population, the reward is not great, and for 1% the reward is astronomical, but can only stay astronomical on the backs of the work of the 99%. Despite the fact that the 1% held vastly disproportionate amounts of power in politics, either personally or through the influence of lobbying backed by millions of dollars, the 99% were starting to realise that the American Dream of everyone being able to be wealthy was actually an American Lie, as well as being a statistical impossibility due to the fact that the notion of wealth is relative and not absolute.

The professor told them that a system that only values acquisition of wealth was a system that had no morals as it did not question where that wealth came from and what the actual cost was to society and to the planet. It was doomed to fail because after a time, the only way to keep increasing profit was to exploit people and natural resources beyond breaking point. Instead we needed a system that rewarded those who added value to society, and penalised those who damaged it.

Being a European professor he also needed medical attention from laughing so hard at his students thinking that Obama was a socialist.

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Coniston Coppermines. Day 2



[Mick]


Day Two. May 2nd




A surprising amount of non-faffing saw the Smeggies queueing outside Grizedale Visitor Centre BEFORE 10am eager to get in and buy orienteering maps.


A multi-activital day followed which saw us do a short orienteering course; a hard orienteering course (backwards); a picnic on a rug with fresh earl grey; a game of frisbee; a game of catch-ball (drop-ball for Steve and chuck-ball-hard-at-little-kid-making-him-cry for Geoff); a cup of tea and an ice cream; a scramble up a wet gorge (more later) AND time for a shower before tea. FAN-BLOOMING-TASTIC. (Even better, Ipswich lost to Birmingham thus leaving Bradford City in pole position to claim automatic promotion to the Premiership).


[Martin]
Following the morning orienteering session, those of us with a thirst for a few more miles purchased trail maps from the visitor centre and did a sculpture crawl around the western Grizedale forest. This of course, was after lunch!
[Mick]
Our evening meal was supplemented by un-nervingly accurate budgie impressions from Mr Free (ding) which made Eddie laugh his orange juice through his nostrils. Steve was so busy serving extra basil soup to the others that he ran out before he got to himself. Ian played with whipped cream and Micj managed 3 bowls of soup (including 1 of Steve's) a HUGE leek and apricot casserole AND apple crumble and custard and is now pregnant.
[Jane]
After dinner the pub called and we walked down the long dusty road to the Black Bull. Seating proved to be a bit of a problem and we resorted to 'one buttock forward and one buttock backward' on two benches. Martin and Ian complained bitterly about crushed nuts and then changed the topic of conversation to tongues with graphic demonstration.
[Mick]
Stop Press Weather Report
Skies are clearing which means COLD night so I am now on the whisky to a)keep me warm and b)reduce the need to wee naked outside like last night.
The question we are all asking now is How Pissed Is Sophie? Also, How Did Sophie Get So Pissed?
Ian has just asked her if she is all right and Steve replied she'd be better after a damn good scratching. This scribe feels there is no response to such a statement.

Coniston Coppermines. May Bank Holiday 1999




Official Register:

CURTIS Stephen
CUTLER Michael
FREE Martin
HOLDGATE Alison
KIMBER Jane
MORRISON Geoff
PARKER God
RUDGE Sophie
WILLSHIRE Ruth
WINTHORPE Edward





[Eddie]
Coniston Copper Quotes:


"I've only played with it; I've not had it in my mouth" Ruth
"I had Claire up a ladder" Martin
"I like it, it's great, you feel so vulnerable" Sophie
"If Steve stabs his sausage like that it is all going to squirt out from under the skin" Sophie
"You wouldn't get my nuts in there" Mick
"It's all gone inside, it's dribbling down now, my foot's all wet now" Sophie
"Ju, ju, ju, ju, ding!" (Martin's budgie impression)

[Martin]
THE TRANSPORT TRAUMA



The following was a logistical plan to exacting requirement...



Timings (Planned)
Depart Chippenham 1300
Journey time to Bedford - 3hrs
Arrive Bedford 1600hrs
Depart Bedford 1630hrs
Journey time to Bradford - 3hrs
Arrive Bradford 1930hrs
Depart Bradford 2000hrs
Journey time to Coniston 2.5hrs (including food stop - Settle)
Arrive Coniston 2230


Notes: Plan based around bank holiday Friday traffic rates.



Timings (Actual): Complete Bollocks
[Eddie] Anyone seen Martin's teddy?!? It was a nice plan - we just didn't want to use it!





[Steve]
The Walk & Other Things. May 1st



The weekend was billed as a "fluffy" weekend - Mick's term, but I like it!!!

So, this morning, we arose suddenly as God Parker plummeted from his sleeping repose to the solid wooden floor in one swift action. The thud caused major structural damage to the hostel, and woke me up!!

Having stolen the assistant warden's bed for the night, I was slightly concerned that my breakfast might not be up to the high standard that is usually offered at the YHA. Still, on reflection, I shouldn't have felt so guilty, because I'm a paying guest and he's not. And besides I might have let him share if he'd asked nicely.

So, following a suitably satisfying breakfast decisions were to be made as to the purpose of the day. After lengthy discussions it was decided to drive to Ambleside in the morning so that Ruth and Martin could buy loads of kit. Being my usual extravagant self, I bought a newspaper.

So after a morning's hectic shopping, we drove back to the hostel, and then set off to climb the Old Man. But Martin wouldn't stand still; so we headed for the mountain instead.

Being now a fully restored Southern Poofy Wuss, I was most impressed that I still made it to the top without dying. In fact it was a damn good walk, with excellent weather, and was most enjoyable. I even managed to talk about substations to God Parker, who seemed vaguely interested, which was nice (but I suppose it made a change from mobile phones!!)

An excellent day and one to make me wonder what thebloody hell I'm doing in the dirty, nasty metropolis that is London. I wonder why the bloody hell I don't try and get a job in the countryside. I suppose it's just because I'll always be a Southern Poofy Wuss. Never mind; at least my heart's in the right place.

[Jane]
Ruth and I decided to have an easy day and bailed out fairly early on the climb. Our first sunbathing spot proved to be a bad choice due to it's position on top of an ants nest. The second was a much better sheltered spot by a wall.

The echoes in the valley proved to be very interesting - we could hear the conversations of people half way up the hill! Pied wagtails provided a side show of tap dancing up and down the slag heaps. We spent the afternoon sunbathing, doing Steve's crosswords and squashing small but annoying flies as we turned the pages of our books. Ruth decided to be very conscientious and work on her C.V. but that lasted approximately 15 seconds!

We had no contact with the rest of the group until we saw a yellow helicopter lifting someone off the hill. We decided to call them to check they were ok. They were and waved at us from the top of the hill. At about 6.00 pm the sunburn started to show on almost all members of the now reunited group.

Dinner was spent in the third person.

[Mick]
MICK AND ALISON'S DAY

Was rather different as it started in York, then travelled to Bradford arriving at around 11am.

A quick visit to Millets for old times sake resulted in the aquisition of a new pair of boots and socks for Ali. This was followed by pints of beer at the Firkin before 1 1/2 disappointing hours on the Kop at Valley Parade watching Bradford City AFC fail to score against the 2nd bottom team in the league and thus hamper their chances of being promoted to the Premier League next season. No one else here cares, but I do so I'm writing it down.
We arrived in Coniston at 8.30ish to find a tent pitched down by the river; a welcoming party ushered us down to the tent, we filled it with duvets and then away to the pub. Oh, we popped in at the hostel to find a 6th form field trip in situ. Bugger - can't get away from bloody kids no matter how hard you try.

Ewen's Housewarming Party. Jan 30th 1999

[Steve]
Oh yes. The Smeggies invaded the Midlands.

This was billed as Ewen's House-warming, but with all of us present (except Geoff!!) it quickly turned into Ewen's House-wrecking.

Lots of people were present: Tony, Rich & Jo, Andy K, Martin, Ruth, Eddie & Jane.

Stars of the party had to include Ruth who after consuming copious amounts of whisky subsequently tested the quality of Ewen's carpet by projectile vomiting from the stairs.

At this moment, standing in the kitchen, questions being posed are:

"Is she still wretching??"
"How much did she have?"
"What was she drinking?"

and other such probing questions that always follow a natural disaster.

In the meantime, I have managed to remove the coatstand from the wall, dropping everybody's coat in the dog-bowl and giving Liam's phone an early bath.

Oh well; a good time was had by all.

[Mick]
ROLL CALL
CHAPMAN - Rich
CURTIS - Steve
CUTLER - Mick
FREE - Martin (puke cleaner)
KENNERLEY - Andy
KIMBER - Jane
LINTER - Tony (2 parties in 2 nights - whoo)
PARKER - God
PHILLIPS - Ewen
SIZELAND - Jo
WETHERALL - Vicki
WILLSHIRE - Ruth (not present - toilet monitor)
WINTHORPE - Eddie

Ewen's house is very nice - or rather was before Ruth was sick in the sink and then all down the stairs, and Steve pulled the coat hooks off the wall. Everyone is very grown up now and have proper jobs and houses. The lounge is now free apparently so that's all from me. Ta ta.

THE MORNING AFTER

Sardine like we woke early and considered last night's events. Steve and Mick's pillow talk centred around Ruth and we decided that her many hours of barfing would be a Smeggie talking point for many years to come. As I wasn't present at the actual scene of the crime, I'll hand over to Martin for some details of Ruth's Amazing Redecorating Service:

[Martin]
Chunder #1:
Location - Kitchen
Target - Sink
Description - After a brief period of swaying, Ruth christened the sink in the kitchen.
Clean Up - Running water plus poking bits with finger.

Chunder #2:
Location - Stairs / Downstairs Hall
Target - Stairs
Description - Upon removal from the kitchen, Ruth sat on the stairs to contemplate her earlier faux-pas, and promptly decided to test the stain resistance of the carpet.
Clean Up - Martin, with six teatowels and the washing up bowl. Larger lums removed from carpet using fingers.

Chunder #3:
Location - Downstairs Loo
Target - Toilet
Description - More retching, but this time in a more appropriate place.
Clean Up - Chin wiping and hair holding courtesy of Jane.

Chunder #4:
Location - Downstairs Loo
Target - Carpet / Legs
Description - Using the toilet in a more conventional manner, Ruth required to evacuate from both ends at once.
Clean Up - Dog bowl (scene of earlier phone / coat dunking episode), suitable emptied, inserted between mouth and legs. Mopping up undertaken with kitchen cloth on legs / carpet.

Intermediary Retching:
Location - Downstairs Loo
Target - Generally the dog bowl but some problems with aim. Collateral damage to skirt / tights / carpet.
Description - General illness over a period of time conducted from seated position, with pants / tights round knees.
Clean Up - Mouth wiping / nose wiping / spill mopping provided by Martin (who drew the line at wiping Ruth's arse!)

Final Instalment:
Ruth, re-panted, wiped and suitably encased in warm clothing removed from downstairs loo and put into sleeping bag in kitchen.

(0912 hrs Sunday: Ewen finds Mick's missing sock...)


Sunday, 16 November 2008

Capel Curig - November 20-22 1998

[Mick]

This is a UBU Hiking trip, but owing to the lack of Smeggie activity we're hijacking it for appearance purposes.

SMEGGIE TURNOUT:
Mick
Martin
God
Dean
Dave
Tom
Gwyn

We're staying at an educational centre, which makes me feel right at home, in Capel Curig. Had chips bought for us in Quensferry - hurrah!

NOTE: - Ewen's housewarming is last Saturday in January apparantly. Will he be there we wonder......

SATURDAY - THE SOGGY SMEGGIE STROLL
Up the Devil's Kitchen, wiggle across the top heading for beer in Capel Curig.

WHAT HAPPENED
13 of us set off in windy rain with an air of anticipation heightened by a photograph of the views we would have seen had it not been so cloudy. The scramble up the devil's kitchen was excellent, although the strength of the wind at the bottom had some wondering what it would be like at the top (it was nothing like the strength of the wind at God's bottom however). As we ascended it got colder and windier, and steeper, until the moment of truth arrived and the decision was made by the majority to turn back.
HOWEVER...... I was in a particularly obstinate mood and wanted to try my chances on the ridges of Glyder Fach and Glyder Fawr, so with Dave Berry, Neil, Annette and Connie we continued upwards.

[Martin]
THE SOFTIES DESCENT....

After freezing our nuts off while the new routes were planned, we dropped back down the route as fast as possible. Stopping briefly for lunch in a sheltered spot we arrived back at the bus by 1400 and then back to the hostel for a change of pants. Suitably warmed we drove to Betws for coffee and cakes in the Royal Oak, before returning to the hostel. After dropping the party off, Martin and Phillip drove along the road towards the returning party, picking them up about 1 mile from the hostel.

[Mick]
THE HARDIES ASCENT
Luckily we were nearly at the top so we followed 3 people who seemed to know where they were going before losing them in the mist when they moved over 5 metres in front of us.
Navigation was generally by way of heading NE until we nearly fell off the cliff (helped by the southerly gale) and then heading due east along the ridge. It was impossible to navigate using paths as we kept losing them in the zero visability. From Glyder Fach onwards we navigated solely on an easterly bearing due firstly to the soggy nature of the map and secondly by not having the double sided map we thought we had and thus having no map to follow at all...

After huge amounts of squelching, a tricky negotiation of barbed wire fence and a descent (still in zero visability) of a very steep, wet, grassy slope we finally saw headlights and we knew we had nearly made it. A final trudge along a track into Capel Curig presaged the arrival of Martin the Minibus Driver and the (dark) end of a great day's achievement.

EVENING ACTIVITIES
Mr Chairman, Mr Weights and Measures, Thumbmaster and Chief Snitch started an evening of much imbibing and punting (not pointing) at the local hostelry. Some people got very drunk - Phil (M.U.T. Morale Uplift Target) left early thus thwarting somewhat our attempts to frame him. The party continued back at the hostel with Dean's Amazing Toxic Punch (Martini, Vodka, Southern Comfort, Bacardi, Strawberryade and chopped fruit). Much singing of Beach Boys and Elvis songs, coupled with a conga upstairs to spy on Matt and Heather followed - as did a photo session of the bare bottom variety courtesy of Martin and a stolen camera. The evening ended at around 2.30am with a visit of the beer monkey to the boy's dormitory.

Comedy moment of the day: Mick's shower dripping through the celing of the girl's dormitory.

SUNDAY
Not much for me to write here as I did bugger all of the walking-type activity. Dean seemed worst afflicted by the hangover-curse whilst Mick, Martin and Ian (God) partook of breakfast avec sunglasses. Most went walking in incessant rain while others stayed behind to clear up - and in my case get a bit of coursework done. Afternoon in Betws, a few new gadgets bought by some, back in Bradford at 7.00 in time for a curry at the Daarbar (formerly the Shabina) who give the Hiking Club free Lassi every Sunday. Fantastic.

Annual Meal - May 16 1998

This annual Hiking Club event was held at the Cedar Court Hotel, Bradford. The Smeggies booked a table and Martin, Geoff, Steve, Mick, Gwyn, Helen and Rich Gav all turned out - as well as Louise and Vicki Wetherall. Tony and Dean were also present but are listed in the book as "Not on our table: Tony (committee traitor) The hardest man in England. Dean (on the brummy table)"

[Mick]
Ewen is in America which we all agree is quite a good excuse by his standards (which are high - on the excuse front)

Quote: Helen Robertson 2Hello Geoff, I haven't seen you for ages, how are you? I've been around a bit."

The Evening In Abbreviated Format:
Martin got an award for speeding in Skye. Mick and Jo gatecrashed a wedding and met a very nice student called Nicola from Newcastle Uni. Geoff, Rich, Mick and Dean obtained some smashing new cummerbunds courtesy of the curtain tie-backs. Party continued at Phil and Jo's house after midnight where we drank lots of Boddingtons then got chucked out by Phil for being too noisy. Martin disappeared into the wild blue yonder with Heather (next year's Pres. apparantly) and the rest of us went to the Shabs with our beer and a box of wine at about 3am.

We have decided unanimously that the next Smeggie party will be at Ewen's house. That way he has to come. (We will be informing him of this as soon as we find out where the blooming hell he is living now)

Coast To Coast Day 10 - The Final Leg

[Tony]

Day 10 - Grosmont - Robin Hood's Bay

At last, the final stretch. The day opened with a climb out of Grosmont and a first view of Whitby and te North Sea. We split the day into sections with Eddie, Martin and Jane all walking for some of the day. As Eddie's car was following us on our journey I was relieved of my rucksack, much to the surprise of fellow coast to coasters who had previously seen me fully laden and alone.

The last ten days had seen coast, the mountains of Lakeland, limestone pavements, the peaty moorland of Nine Standards, the sheep and stiles of Swaledale, the flat plain and long slog across the Vale of York, and the escarpment of the North York Moors, not to mention much more besides.
Now, after 190 miles it was back to coast walking again for the last few miles back to Robin Hood's Bay.

Once we arrived we headed straight through the main street to the sea. Fortunately the tide was in, which saved a few extra paces. I threw my pebble I had been carrying since St Bees (my bit to stop erosion of this part of the coastline). As I posed at the water's edge for a victorious photograph I managed to get very wet feet as the inevitable tidal wave washed above my gaiterless boot line. I screamed, much to the amusement of nearby pubgoers.