I'm too tired to think of a subject.

[whatho]

I failed at sleeping again. I failed three nights ago, then slept like a champ the night before last, then woke up at 3am (BST) and never got back to sleep. Partly because the grand prix was on at 7am, but mostly because I had restless legs, or leg-nausea as I've taken to thinking of it. I don’t want to get into the habit of not sleeping. I’d be rubbish at it. On the plus side, the exhaustion’s really putting my run-of-the-mill brain fog to shame. I’m mentally negligible as a rule, but today I don’t even think I’d have the energy to run from an assassin. I’d better stay indoors. Actually I’ve already walked three miles today, but still.

I spent the small hours thinking about Patrick Stewart. He deliberately failed his eleven plus because he felt he’d enjoy a secondary modern more than grammar school, and he did. I like that. Shows an impressive degree of self-knowledge for an eleven-year-old. I hate the eleven plus. I can’t believe that was a thing that actually happened.

I wish I were Borg. Borg know how to sleep.

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[sabethea.livejournal.com]

I hate the eleven plus. I can’t believe that was a thing that actually happened.


Still does happen in backwater Tory hellholes like Kent...

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Is it still mandatory anywhere? What happens these days if you fail?

[sabethea.livejournal.com]

You get sent to the local comprehensives - which are officially for everyone, but thanks to the 11 plus are still exactly like secondary moderns. Oh yes, people still get told whether they're clever or thick at the age of eleven: such a useful, accurate measure, no?

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I hate the eleven plus from every angle. I hate the stigmatising of the secondary modern subjects and the blocking off of children from more academic subjects on the assumption they can't hack them and the idea of passing any sort of judgement on what an eleven-year-old should and shouldn't be studying in the first place.

[jekesta]

I HATE SLEEP. Eventually they'll sort it out with science perhaps.

I keep having proper sort of awful dreams where people I know are so awful and horrible to me and horrible things happen that I just don't want to have happened and nobody will listen to me and I wake up FURIOUS at about [exactly three hours after I fall asleep] and have to go 'oh, it was another stereotypical dream like people have on the telly and tell psychiatrists about, not a real thing' and then fail to get back to sleep anyway. It's weird, but I'm not entirely bored of it yet, which is nicer than dreaming about driving off things.

How was the grand prix? I decided I didn't care enough for seven in the morning of a morning that was already shorter than it ought to be. Schumacher did not die, I checked.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Schumacher didn't die. He was in an incident that wasn't his fault and he ended up at the back of the grid. The commentators reminisced about the nineties when he was regularly at the back of the grid and would work his way quietly to the front. Sadly he was still at the back by the end of the race. It was nice looking at him all the same. Someone else won. Button. I'm bored of that.

I hope you have some dreams that are neither about driving off things nor about people being awful. I sometimes dream about driving. It's overexciting and disasterous 'cause I have no idea how to do it.

[sabethea.livejournal.com]

The thing I like most about Button is his profoundly unheroic name. Other people get long, interesting names (Schumacher, Venegoor of Hesselink) or at any rate names with a sort of punch (Senna, Keane). But no, Button manages to have a name associated with small items for pulling together clothes. It's just... NOT a winning name, you know?

[whatho.livejournal.com]

It is a pleasing name. I didn't mind his winning the championship last year 'cause it had seemed so unlikely at the beginning and was quite a pleasing career comeback, but mostly I can't support any of the British drivers for any length of time. So he can stop winning now. That'd be great.