Alright, so this tirade has been a very long time coming. I'm sure we've all been in that position where we've wanted to say something and just lacked the wherewithal to actually come out and say it, no? Regardless, it would appear that all I needed to do this entry was, in the words of my old history teacher, Mr. Read, a catalyst or two [or three].

Now, what follows in intended exactly as it sounds, thus, if you take offence by it, then it would appear I have done my job correctly. Consequently, if you are of a neurotic, nervous or moronic disposition I advise you to look away now. The world is filled with idiots. This is not to say that everyone in the world is an idiot, nor that this is necessarily all bad, though what I don't understand is why they have to bother me. Before I continue, however, I feel a definition in order;

By 'idiot', I do not refer to anyone who might be dubbed unintelligent or someone who does not attend university. Likewise, I do not demand that everyone must speak more than one language, be able to give brief summaries of the works of Baudrillard and Einstein, operate technical machinery or hum the prelude to the second act of Carmen. All I'm asking for is a little bit of common sense. For example...

• Moving out of the way of the aperture in a revolving door to allow other people to pass.
• Not running around the library screaming and giggling.
• Not joining the NUSS.
• Stepping around me whilst I wait in a queue for the cash machine.

And so on - I'm sure you all get the gist.

Now, whilst I speak of idiots and their detriment to society, I fear I must mention one by name: a Mr Bogue. (I'll preserve his first name for posterity, though I'm sure he has made himself a fair few enemies in the past week.) Now, Mr Bogue, besides being the only possible justification I can think of for the T-4 programme, is a small-minded and generally foolish individual. Not only did he slate all medics in the university (a wise move, I'm sure, as one of them may well end up saving his life one day), but, when I questioned him about his motives, it was revealed that he couldn't even spell correctly. I'm prepared to overlook the odd 'teh' typed in a hurry or perhaps the incorrect spelling of, say, 'necessary' or 'onomatopoeia', though not the word 'wright' to mean inscription. I mean, how can one pass year six, let alone A-levels without being able to spell 'right' correctly? (I resisted the urge to type 'right right', though promptly regretted it, hence this addendum.)

I despair sometimes, I really do.

Gaz out.