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"Uh...Heavy Metal."
When I was at school, I was faced with a dilemma. Should I apply my undoubted talents, work hard, study studiously and cram my brain with knowledge - and in so doing later go on to a decent university where I would be academically challenged, grow as a person and get a first-rate education? Or should I skive at every opportunity, slack off and learn not a thing, and so end up studying a social science at a rubbish university whose academic credentials could be written on the back of a stamp?
Well, no prizes for guessing which option I chose, but the good thing about studying a social science at a rubbish university was that I had five hours of lectures a week and was outnumbered by women on my course eleven to one, and so I spent three years of my life surrounded by women, doing next to no work and generally whooping it up in fine old style at somebody elses expense. If I'm being honest, when I die and go to heaven I'm rather hoping to find myself somewhere pretty similar.
As a student I was an habitue of Manchester's finest establishments of rock entertainment; Jillys, The Banshee, The Ritz, The Phoenix, The Salisbury and the rock night they briefly ran at the student union on Saturday nights, and an unintended consequence of this struck me the other night - given that I would go out and rock two or three nights a week, and I only had five hours of lectures in the same period it is not only probable, it's almost certain that whilst I was at university I spent more time playing air guitar than I did actually being educated.
Anyway, I was round at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robinbloke's pad on Friday evening playing Guitar Hero for the first time. Naturally, given all my air guitar expereience I expected to be pretty good at it, but in fact I turned out to be completely hopeless. Utterly useless and an absolute liability on cooperative mode. It was a sobering realisation that all that time playing air guitar at university turns out to have been completely wasted. Who knew?
When I was at school, I was faced with a dilemma. Should I apply my undoubted talents, work hard, study studiously and cram my brain with knowledge - and in so doing later go on to a decent university where I would be academically challenged, grow as a person and get a first-rate education? Or should I skive at every opportunity, slack off and learn not a thing, and so end up studying a social science at a rubbish university whose academic credentials could be written on the back of a stamp?
Well, no prizes for guessing which option I chose, but the good thing about studying a social science at a rubbish university was that I had five hours of lectures a week and was outnumbered by women on my course eleven to one, and so I spent three years of my life surrounded by women, doing next to no work and generally whooping it up in fine old style at somebody elses expense. If I'm being honest, when I die and go to heaven I'm rather hoping to find myself somewhere pretty similar.
As a student I was an habitue of Manchester's finest establishments of rock entertainment; Jillys, The Banshee, The Ritz, The Phoenix, The Salisbury and the rock night they briefly ran at the student union on Saturday nights, and an unintended consequence of this struck me the other night - given that I would go out and rock two or three nights a week, and I only had five hours of lectures in the same period it is not only probable, it's almost certain that whilst I was at university I spent more time playing air guitar than I did actually being educated.
Anyway, I was round at
robinbloke's pad on Friday evening playing Guitar Hero for the first time. Naturally, given all my air guitar expereience I expected to be pretty good at it, but in fact I turned out to be completely hopeless. Utterly useless and an absolute liability on cooperative mode. It was a sobering realisation that all that time playing air guitar at university turns out to have been completely wasted. Who knew?
