Sunday 31 August 2014

Running With Scissors - The Right to Bear Stationery

A primary school teacher has died after being accidentally stabbed with a bayonet during a papier maché activity that went horribly wrong. Felicity Appleton was teaching an art class in which the children, aged 5 to 6, were creating a giant paper sculpture, using knives, axes, and other dangerous blades to cut the required materials.

The teacher's decision to use these implements is supported by the school who say that it is their policy to use blades wherever possible in order to prepare the children for their responsibility, as citizens of the United Kingdom, to bear stationery.

Little Scratchington Prep School has been heavily criticised for this in the national press with many of the parent-run academies labelling it "morally bankrupt". However, opinion across the country is so divided that no politician will broach the subject for fear of jeopardising the results of the upcoming General Election.

Meanwhile, the school has received support from many powerful organisations which refer to the Right to Bear Stationery as a duty and a privilege of British Citizenship.

The Right to Bear Stationery began as The Right to Bear Pens, which was accepted  as English Common Law in 1689 following a misunderstanding that caused ministers to believe the adage "the pen is mightier than the sword" was to be taken literally. It was thought that, in giving every man the right to carry a pen, each citizen would be able to defend the crown should they ever be in a situation to demonstrate the efficacy of the pen vs sword theory. It was apparently not an issue that most of the country's population at that time was illiterate. Being literate and "handy with a pen" were entirely different things.

The law was extended in the 1850s to include all other forms of stationery when the enterprising Victorians realised 3 very important things.

1) If you made it law that everyone had to carry a pen, you could make a lot of money selling pens;
2) what do you make the people who can't afford pens carry? And...
3) Pens vs swords would be a lot more likely to work if the pens were a bit...pointier...

These considerations meant that the law was amended to The Right to Bear Stationery which has been a common feature of our legislation ever since.

With these changes, our social history was also affected...

The set-square was invented and became an overnight success. Originally intended as a cheap and effective way to get a little bit stabby with your stationery, university professors had to create a whole new subject in order to find a more everyday use for them.  Professor Trigon of Oxford and his team contrived "trigonometry" which was subsequently included in the National Curriculum as an elaborate cover story for the superfluity of set-squares to be found in Britain. We didn't want the French to get suspicious! Oxford professors are of course renowned for their ability to create unnecessary subjects for study as no doubt you will know from Professor Alan Gebrah's contributions.


The literacy level also saw a significant increase as children experimented with their parents pens and began, to their surprise, to write and draw rather than stab each other. Although, to be fair, there was a bit of stabbing that went on too.

Navigators, hitherto considered to be harmless nerds, were suddenly revered for their skill with the most dangerous stationery of the time, the compass. Soon, set-squares, pens and compasses were issued to every school child in handy sets which are still sold today.

The final benefit that the Victorians experienced when the Right to Bear Stationery was made law, was that the level of unemployment went right down. This is because Woolworth's were so successful in selling Stationery Sets that they opened a branch in every town, employing 20 - 80 staff.

The two World Wars* meant that The Right to Bear Stationery took a back seat and eventually faded into a quaint tradition. The kind of tradition that meant that all old ladies carried pens in their handbags, and all children were bought Stationery Sets, without anyone really remembering why.

*(not the Two-Word Wars, those were entirely different in nature and saw Germans and Brits shout two-word insults at each other from either side of battle lines e.g "Arse Bandit", " Stinkenden Hund". The German's actually won the Two-Word Wars which is why we aren't taught much about it.  It was considered that they had an unfair advantage because theirs is an agglutinative language which allows them to get away with pretending that two words are in fact one, very long, very difficult to pronounce, single word. ) 

The 1950s saw a brief revival of the law when it was considered the duty of every upstanding citizen to have the ability to write a letter of complaint or sign a petition at a moment's notice. This sudden requirement saw the BBC have to move "Points of View" to a primetime slot.

Nowadays, the Right to Bear Stationery is a little known common law which has been gathering dust, unamended and unchecked until this week's shocking events. Who knew that there were villages where this tradition was still a fiercely guarded right? As mentioned, the Little Scratchington Prep School did not stop at set-squaress and compasses but instead allowed their pupils to use cleavers, axes and bayonets.

Their defence is that all such implements can be considered to be stationery when used in the context of arts and crafts. They say that they use a progressive system to teach the children respect and discipline. The pupils reportedly behave a lot better when they are faced with the possibility of losing a limb. However, as with all tools, accidents can sometimes happen. Little Scratchington Prep School refuses to accept liability for what it calls "a cruel twist of fate" and claim that they are being responsible by teaching their charges to be safe and respect sharp tools. In the words of the headmaster, Mr Chopper:

Children are more likely to have an accident if you give them a pair of scissors and say "here you are but whatever you do, DON'T RUN WITH THEM" because the child will run with them as soon as your back is turned. What we do is say "here are some scissors, this is how you run with them safely, now run along! Mind how you go!". This is our way of teaching the children to respect dangerous stationery whilst still fulfilling their citizenship duties. Our pupils go out in the world prepared to defend the realm with crimping scissors, or if necessary, a bayonet. 

Friday 14 February 2014

Love (Ick!)

Recently, a couple of my closest friends (you know who you are) have fallen in lurve (yeah - I did drop the L-bomb but it wasn’t a proper L-bomb so don’t freak out). This means that I am having to take a massive dollop of my own medicine when it comes to listening, as all good friends must, to smug tales of loved-uppyness.


I have therefore, out of the kindness of my heart, and in the true spirit of helping my dear darling friends, compiled a list of comparisons, between the way things are in the “Honeymoon Phase” and the way they become 10 years later in the “We-have-a-40yr-mortgage Phase”. This is purely to help you prepare for a happy and fulfilling future together, you understand, and not, in any way to deter you from continuing your beautiful, fledgling relationship so that I can go back to being Queen of Smug.


You know you are in the “Honeymoon Phase” when:

He stays over, and you act as though his sleeping naked is in no way awkward, even though you lay awake all night with his sweaty balls stuck to the back of your thighs, thinking “Oh my God, his balls are stuck to me! They must love me too!”

You share a bed together and he’s out like a light whilst you’re never able to get comfy but you mistake your over-tiredness for euphoria because THERE WAS A MAN IN YOUR BED!

You get up before he does so that you can artfully arrange your hair and make-up to get that adorable slept-in-but-still-beautiful look, then sneak back under the covers and pretend to wake up all cutely ruffled!

He makes you a lovely breakfast every morning that he stays at yours and serves it to you in bed, and pretends not to expect any sort of reward.

You watch him wash and shave and all the time you’re watching him, you’re staring with this overawed look on your face because you just can’t quite believe that THERE WAS A MAN IN YOUR BED and now HE IS SHAVING AT YOUR SINK! (By the way - that overawed look, it ain’t pretty, close your mouth dearie, we are not a fish!).

He stares into your eyes all the time you are doing your make-up and then fervently declares that you don’t need to wear any make-up because “your eyes are as beautiful as the stars”, or “your face is as beautiful as a fresh spring day” or some soppy shit like that. 

One or both of you keeps instagramming arty shots taken on your numerous dates, showing your hand clasped in his, or his shoes next to your shoes, or the meal you’ve just had, or the pretty way the light hits the pavement outside the bijoux restaurant you just left, together, on your perfect little date.



You have had a complete change of opinion apropos your stance on Public Displays of Affection. 

You wear uncomfortable knickers with lacy bits, and frills and “sheer panels” and ribbons - and he probably bought them for you, in which case they’re even more uncomfortable because you probably also lied about your size, right?

You shave past your knees, but you never let him catch you doing it because you too busy pretending that you’re blessed with natural hairlessness in all the most convenient places. You are imagining that this makes you more desirable but that slightly caveman look on his face? That’s not lust - that’s confusion, darling.

You keep your bedroom tidy, just in case you should accidentally-on-purpose stay out too late for him to catch the train home, and he has to “crash” at yours.

He thinks that he has successfully survived your period because he stayed over one night during your monthly and managed to not get shouted at, even though you were shaking with suppressed rage the entire time because he patronisingly stirred the pasta when you were just about to do it yourself!

He removes his socks and shoes before engaging in a quickie.

You laugh at all his jokes, even when they are not at all funny, and then tell all your friends the same jokes and get disappointed when they don’t laugh as much as you did.

When you introduce him to your friends, you try to make him perform all the funniest things he has ever said or done, despite already having tried to re-enact them yourself, so that your friends can further appreciate how funny he is.  

10 years later...

You wear long pyjamas and spend your nights blissfully unconscious of each others presence but you get really cross if you are woken up by the other person “breathing loudly” (I don’t snore!).

When one of you leaves the bed, the other immediately spreads themselves across the vacated space with no apparent regret at their partner having left.

You wake up like an Orc who’s just been stabbed by a sneaky Hobbit - it ain’t pretty and you don’t care because it will hopefully put him off ever trying to wake you up again. Oh but that time that you missed your alarm and were late for work? His fault.

He makes you breakfast in bed and then nicks your toast whilst waiting for you to finish eating so he can claim his reward.

He doesn't shave...

... neither do you.


Comfort becomes your number one consideration above all else when it comes to matters of intimacy. There comes a certain point when it becomes totally okay to leave your socks on.


This point comes around the time when you start wearing the BIG knickers. (Don't pity me. Most girls long for this day).

Oh, and you might still make an effort where make-up is concerned but rather than declare that you don't need it because you're "beautiful as you are" he tends to make huffy comments about how you're running late (again) whilst pointedly looking at his watch - then the next thing he'll say is that he doesn't see the point of "natural" make-up anyway, grumblegrumble, etc.

You don't Instagram so much as happy-slap each other, post the resultant pictures on Facebook, and tag the heck out of each other's double chins.



And a "perfect, little date" constitutes a Chinese takeaway on the living-room coffee table while watching back-to-back Breaking Bad.

Your bedroom is just one big floordrobe and laundry only happens when one or the other of you runs out of pants. So you buy more pants every time you pass Primarni - just to make sure that it's not you who will be driven to use the washing machine. Sometimes, it's not even lack of pants that force you to do laundry - embarrassingly often it comes down to a battle of wills.

In his opinion there is no longer such a thing as you being justifiably angry, because, having survived 10 years of your periods, he now puts all disgruntlement on your part down to hormones - which just makes you even angrier...

He keeps his socks on at all times because NOTHING is worth getting cold feet for.

It annoys you if your friends find him hi-larious because it just encourages him!
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