I have a confession: this post will contain none of what used to be called (somewhat narrowly one could argue) 'content'. There. I hope you'll forgive a semi-retired and half-senile poster for the deviance. It's good being grown-up. You get to drink alcohol and have sex and own furniture and stuff. And more importantly, you never ever have to go a maths lesson ever again. OR SO I THOUGHT. Yesterday I was at 'uni' (is that what the kidz call it?) having my 7 hour quota of MA teaching for the week. And all 7 hours of it was about budgeting and accounting. Now, I am not one of these fluffy bunny types who can't get her head round the need to prepare a budget every so often in professional life. What I AM, is entirely incapable of understanding IN TWO SHORT HOURS the finer points of NPV and DFC and IRR and .9091 as a percentage over 10 years and arrrrgh... all delivered at a speed humming birds would have trouble keeping up with. There was NO NEED for us to be burdened with this terrible half-knowledge at this point. I was immediately transported back to GCSE maths and physics in front of a cruel-mouthed tyrant who was supremely disgusted that his/her tiny charges were not able to understand the perfection of his/her mathematical brain. However, later I decided that a 10 year interval in between occcasions of being made to feel utterly stupid is not that bad going. Meanwhile, I watched a very good film last night called La Finestra Di Fronte. It has no maths in it at all and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes Italian pastries, understated romance or elderly gays with a tragic past. Something for everyone really. What else was I going to say? Oh yes, I was wondering whether a Brighton picnic on Saturday 3 April might be agreeable? I know it's a long way off but that's the soonest I can guarantee not to have evil coursework exerting its grip. Well, let me know. It's pencilled in, in what passes for the Archel mind these days. You're all lovely. Archel xxx PS. I hope everyone remembered that it was the inimitable Miss Maddie Minx's birthday on Tuesday. She still rocks the Sinister kasbah despite being oh so quiet. ***************************** www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk is a nice website that would like your contributions. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+