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Monday, May 02, 2005

intelligence

"More than 30 people were injured yesterday after dozens of Oxford undergraduates misjudged the level of the River Cherwell during a May Day celebration." (daily telelgraph & bbc)

now i am a believer in tradition - it can help define who we are, it can help guide us into the future. true not all traditions are that noble. but the tradition of jumping off the magdalen bridge each may day must continue.
why do you say that pat? i can hear you cry, already preparing to curse my name for being a lapdog apologiser for the establishment.
no the reason i want it to continue is not for the reasons that the average daily telegraph or daily mail reader would cite.
no i say it must conintue for the simple reason that it is proof postive that the elite are as stupid as we have always thought them to be and it is only the advantages that money and status confer on them that allows them to succeed in life....
especially when both reports have the local authorities saying it was dangerous (due to a low level of water...) and that these warnings were ignored but even worse:
"All of the injuries could have been avoided and even when those who were hurt were telling people still on the bridge not to jump, they continued to do so."

and these are the people who will get on in life...
when really for all the waste of resources of the NHS (oh like daddy couldn't afford to send them to a private doctor and like daddy isn't working for a company that avoids paying taxes ...) and police. frankly they should all be hit with ASBOs.

you could say i was being unfair to youthful exurberance - and you could be right.
except for two things:
1] the chances that working class estate bound kids getting away with it are slim.
2] i remember years ago visiting my dad at his place of work (the historic wig and pen club) and being confronted there by a very pissed gent (given my dad's choosen profession i had become used to drunks at an early age..) whose nose shone brighter than rudolph's (the only nose i have seen even redder was the catholic priest who visited my mum in hospital - my mum was keen to get a shot (or 5) of what he was drinking....) and whose weaving and bobbing and slurred voice meant that he would not be out of place at whitechapel tube station on a saturday night after closing. when the posh pissed bloke left my dad told me that i had been in the prescence of one of the top consultant surgeon's in london...... frankly he wasn't three sheets to the wind he was a whole flotila and that sort of abuse of booze shouldn't be tolerated.
so i can't help feeling that if you are part of the "elite" your money and status guarantee that you can get away with a lot more than the average person in the street can.

so that is why i hope the tradition of jumping from the bridge continues because hopefully they will continue to hurt themselves each year and who knows it may mean they can't breed anymore.

best of all it means more years in the wildnerness for the conservative party - look at what they have coming along in the future.

1 comment:

Shep said...

There is, of course, a context to this story. Having grown up in Oxford, I can tell you that MayDay is a big deal. You stay up all night getting drunk, then go down to Magdalen Bridge (where the jumpers jumped) and listen to some choir drone on at 6am. Then the pubs open (yes, at 6am) and stay open until 9am. Some of my most vivid memories are of various antics on May Morning...waking up next to strange girl for instance, turning away to try to sneak off and discovering I had been sick down that side of the bed is particularly memorable. But I'm digressing, the main point is - after that much Pimms, try to find someone who doesn't think it's agood idea to jump into 2ft of water.

On an unrelated note, I did once nearly drown in the Cherwell after a 'Punt sinking' competition (I said Punt). I had to call out to be saved, and tried to be nonchalant as I slowly drowned...in front of my girlfriend and a cheering horde on the banks by the boathouse.

I've feared water ever since.