An almost Expat's blog filled with pastries, broadway music, Kate Bush, British weather and rantings on perpetual singledom. Enjoy.
Saturday, 29 January 2011
I listen to this song so much that I think my housemates may think there's something seriously wrong with me. Oh wait, they're never here. And I know I've posted it here like 18 times, but it's the best song ever (well top 5).
TOO REAL. I like to alter the dialogue in my mind to fit my life. Awful.
In this story I fully sympathsize with Vanessa Feltz. She didn't really bully the girl. The girl is clearly not the brightest crayon in the box (1- her uni, 2- the course she studying, 3- she doesn't know who Yeats is) and shouldn't have had the placement. Feltz studied at Cambridge so clearly there was going to be some intellect gap. This shows why placements should be given based on merit not auctions by celebrities daughters. A normal student, who deserved the placement, would not have approached the Daily Mail for a story after being "bullied" into making cold calls, sooooo many jobs involve cold calls!
That being said, I barely know who Vanessa Feltz is...