'How the mighty have fallen...'
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hathycolSuddenly, I rather fancy becoming Prime Minister.
I have had a Very Good few days, although at the moment I'd like to go bed, please. This could be due to rolling my lazy self out of bed at the horrible time that is 6.00am.
Gah. I Do Not like mornings, but I amazed myself at actually getting up and getting in the shower early enough to eat breakfast. We then left for Lara's house on the way to Wigan, and discussed cannabalism, among other things. We made it to the station remarkably on time, which was bizarre.
We were supposed to be at Parliament by 10.30. We got to London at 11.00. PANIC!
I actually missed London, which is weird. I really liked being there in November, and I actually remembered my way around as we walked from Charing Cross (and oh, the gorgeousness of the medieval art!) to Westminister...
But yes, we were late, and rolled into the debate having missed the opening speeches. Such is life.
[Warning! Egotism ahead!]
The debate was this: That this house believes that the provision of higher education should be free. Not top-up fees, just fees. The Government was, ironically, anti-fees. And that was my side.
So, there was me, on the side of government, the tune to Red Flag in my head (admitingly with the lyrics of Fred the Toad. 'Oh Fred the Toad oh Fred the Toad; why are you lying in the road?') and I was ready to go insanely Socialist.
And I did.
Our side spoke first; then the Opposition. I was quiet. Then the pattern repated again, and one of the Opposition said something that really got my wind up. I was free to make an intervention, so I put my hand up. He (lets call him Scarfboy) looked at me, and looked away. When he paused, I said 'If I may, Honourable Member?' 'No.'
Right. Fine. Be like that. So I stood up, hand raised in the air, and I stood like that throughout. Eventually, Scarfboy let me speak, and I said my point - "Will the honourable member accept that this debate is, in fact, about student fees and not top-up fees, or have you ignored this like you so ignored myself?"
SCORE!
And the debate went on, and it got very heated. So did I. I did my speech with passion and even suprised myself. "What no one appears to be recognising is that education is a RIGHT!" I took interventions, I answered them, I was good, dammit! I'm not just saying that, I was strong, passionate, and I debated damned well. But then, so did an awful lot of us super-duper Winstanley students.
Now is time to point something out. I know that most people who to so-called 'private' schools are lovely people. But some of them are NOT. And one of them was someone who we dubbed Blue Denim Shirt Boy. And I quote:
"Well, if you can afford Eton, then surely you can afford Oxbridge... so those that get into the high-quality universities will have earned it..."
Shrieks of horror from both the government's side and even the opposition. Our lot were all sitting on one row, as as a single entity, every hand went up the air.
Big girly wuss didn't accept any interventions. Ha!
At the end, the Speaker (who, by the way, was exactly like Kryton and I kept on expecting to say 'I feel thr urge to strut my funky stuff!') was talking about hoe well we'd all done, and finished it on "And some of you don't know how good you are..." and was looking at me! Squee! Even other people agreed with me on that one. At the end, lots of people came up to me and shook my hand. Twas most marvellous.
Of course, the Government won. 40:21. We did have some fantastic people on our side - our 'Secretary', Matt who's in my history class, was particularly good.
And then we left. This was after Louise, Lara and I (all doing Civil War history) went slightly insanely geeky.
Lousie: OH MY GOD! LOOKLOOKLOOK!
Lara: What?
Louise: Look at the plaque!
Me: *reading for mine and Lara'a benefit* 'On this spot Charles I stood trial...' holy cow... 'for crimes against the country of England... he was setanced to death on Jeanuary 29th...'
Me and Louise jumped up and down on the tablet squeaking. Lara was slightly more restrained, but she insisted on three readings.
Poor Susie.
We then wandered off to Pizza Hut (the same one me and Liz ate in!) because we were looking for Piccadilly. Which I knew how to find. As I said, I really love London... and I seem to have remembered my way to all major eateries.
And then we went to Hamleys. I can't describe how amazing it was, but I'd like to say that I'd like to live there, please.
I then went home, knackered, and sat next to Rachel as we bitched about films for three hours.
"I mean, the sex scene in Reloaded... what the hell?"
"Exactly, and as for that chocolate cake orgasm!"
"Pah. That wasn't a programme. She was on a diet, and that was here first taste of chocolate."
"I'm going on a diet!"
*grins*
And today, I was at work for six hours. As I wrapped up someones light fittings, the thought kept on flitting through my mind that yesterday I was debating in Westminister and I was being recorded for an educational video.
I enjoyed it, thought. I really, really, really did. Suddenly, that MP job looks more appealing...
~Hathy_Col~
I have had a Very Good few days, although at the moment I'd like to go bed, please. This could be due to rolling my lazy self out of bed at the horrible time that is 6.00am.
Gah. I Do Not like mornings, but I amazed myself at actually getting up and getting in the shower early enough to eat breakfast. We then left for Lara's house on the way to Wigan, and discussed cannabalism, among other things. We made it to the station remarkably on time, which was bizarre.
We were supposed to be at Parliament by 10.30. We got to London at 11.00. PANIC!
I actually missed London, which is weird. I really liked being there in November, and I actually remembered my way around as we walked from Charing Cross (and oh, the gorgeousness of the medieval art!) to Westminister...
But yes, we were late, and rolled into the debate having missed the opening speeches. Such is life.
[Warning! Egotism ahead!]
The debate was this: That this house believes that the provision of higher education should be free. Not top-up fees, just fees. The Government was, ironically, anti-fees. And that was my side.
So, there was me, on the side of government, the tune to Red Flag in my head (admitingly with the lyrics of Fred the Toad. 'Oh Fred the Toad oh Fred the Toad; why are you lying in the road?') and I was ready to go insanely Socialist.
And I did.
Our side spoke first; then the Opposition. I was quiet. Then the pattern repated again, and one of the Opposition said something that really got my wind up. I was free to make an intervention, so I put my hand up. He (lets call him Scarfboy) looked at me, and looked away. When he paused, I said 'If I may, Honourable Member?' 'No.'
Right. Fine. Be like that. So I stood up, hand raised in the air, and I stood like that throughout. Eventually, Scarfboy let me speak, and I said my point - "Will the honourable member accept that this debate is, in fact, about student fees and not top-up fees, or have you ignored this like you so ignored myself?"
SCORE!
And the debate went on, and it got very heated. So did I. I did my speech with passion and even suprised myself. "What no one appears to be recognising is that education is a RIGHT!" I took interventions, I answered them, I was good, dammit! I'm not just saying that, I was strong, passionate, and I debated damned well. But then, so did an awful lot of us super-duper Winstanley students.
Now is time to point something out. I know that most people who to so-called 'private' schools are lovely people. But some of them are NOT. And one of them was someone who we dubbed Blue Denim Shirt Boy. And I quote:
"Well, if you can afford Eton, then surely you can afford Oxbridge... so those that get into the high-quality universities will have earned it..."
Shrieks of horror from both the government's side and even the opposition. Our lot were all sitting on one row, as as a single entity, every hand went up the air.
Big girly wuss didn't accept any interventions. Ha!
At the end, the Speaker (who, by the way, was exactly like Kryton and I kept on expecting to say 'I feel thr urge to strut my funky stuff!') was talking about hoe well we'd all done, and finished it on "And some of you don't know how good you are..." and was looking at me! Squee! Even other people agreed with me on that one. At the end, lots of people came up to me and shook my hand. Twas most marvellous.
Of course, the Government won. 40:21. We did have some fantastic people on our side - our 'Secretary', Matt who's in my history class, was particularly good.
And then we left. This was after Louise, Lara and I (all doing Civil War history) went slightly insanely geeky.
Lousie: OH MY GOD! LOOKLOOKLOOK!
Lara: What?
Louise: Look at the plaque!
Me: *reading for mine and Lara'a benefit* 'On this spot Charles I stood trial...' holy cow... 'for crimes against the country of England... he was setanced to death on Jeanuary 29th...'
Me and Louise jumped up and down on the tablet squeaking. Lara was slightly more restrained, but she insisted on three readings.
Poor Susie.
We then wandered off to Pizza Hut (the same one me and Liz ate in!) because we were looking for Piccadilly. Which I knew how to find. As I said, I really love London... and I seem to have remembered my way to all major eateries.
And then we went to Hamleys. I can't describe how amazing it was, but I'd like to say that I'd like to live there, please.
I then went home, knackered, and sat next to Rachel as we bitched about films for three hours.
"I mean, the sex scene in Reloaded... what the hell?"
"Exactly, and as for that chocolate cake orgasm!"
"Pah. That wasn't a programme. She was on a diet, and that was here first taste of chocolate."
"I'm going on a diet!"
*grins*
And today, I was at work for six hours. As I wrapped up someones light fittings, the thought kept on flitting through my mind that yesterday I was debating in Westminister and I was being recorded for an educational video.
I enjoyed it, thought. I really, really, really did. Suddenly, that MP job looks more appealing...
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-01-31 10:30 pm (UTC)Ahem. Save of the century.
But, seriously, I'm so glad you did well! Here's to political passion; may it never die! And please, please, run for office. I couldn't; I'm too un-eloquent. But I'd so vote for you. And hand out leaflets on your behalf, etc.
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Date: 2004-01-31 10:35 pm (UTC)Becuase it's true. Most of the people there were ever so nice, as well. Just... the odd one ruffled me the wrong way, as I'm sure I did to them.
But I'd so vote for you. And hand out leaflets on your behalf, etc.
Woohoo! Sycophant number one! I should start collecting them... *grins*
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Date: 2004-02-01 10:25 am (UTC)In fact, at the next general election mum and I have decided to hand out Lib Dem leaflets on our road, so I'll be practiced! ;)
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Date: 2004-02-01 01:00 pm (UTC)'The same thinhg we try to do every night, Loyal Sycophants... take over Britain!'