Ace High wrote (see)

Was he brave or stupid?

Neither. To be brave or stupid, one has to 'give a damn'.

I suspect he was simply a tosser. 

Something.

Probably a f*****g tosser!

It is very difficult to give zero when a set number of marks are given for correct spelling and grammar. At the time I quit as a senior A level examiner 5% of the marks for each paper were awarded for correct English. I approve of the opportunity to give (or not to give) marks for quality of English, but there is an issue about whether the English is at all relevant to the question set. I award zero for a degree level examination answer that is totally irrelevant (usually because the student has completely misunderstood the question), but I have colleagues who argue that as our marking criteria include being able to communicate effectively in correct English, I should award some marks for that regardless of there being absolutely nothing relevant to the question in the essay. It's very subjective.

'mornin' all.

The General Alarm went off at 03.30 and we didn't get back to bed 'til well after 4. Then had to get up at 5.30 for breakfast and the start of shift meeting.

Weather wise it's a bit dreach here today.

"usually because the student has completely misunderstood the question"

I did that in a theology exam a few years ago; I misunderstood all three questions. Fortunately I had an excellent tutor, Henry Sefton, he gave me some coaching and put me through for a resit.

Morning from sunny Cardiff. Poor Ace with a disturbed night's sleep and dreachy weather

MRI scan on the knees this lunch time. 

Was it a false alarm then, Ace?

Mornin', sunny here too with a few rather attractive lenticular clouds. 

That I am

.. bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way......

You misunderstood your theology exam, eh? Don't do it again!

Blimey, I'm sure he ran my primary school!

Afternoon 

I went to a church primary school too. Every week we had a visit from Father Pugh, vicar of St George's. Alas, he was a Scotsman. Alas because he felt he should assert his Scottishness whilst living in Dorset by playing the bagpipes. And promoting cross-culturalism by playing said bagpipes to the local schoolchildren. Father Pugh was not a particularly good bagpiper.

Back from the mri scanner. Good thing the NHS can afford ear-plugs for its scannees! They did my right knee. They need to do the left knee too, but the appointment was for only one knee. So they're going to make me another appointment for the left knee. Then I can make an appointment to go back to the orthopod.   At this rate there won't be anything wrong with them by the time I get to see him!

Back from the wilds of Wiltshire after three weeks of successfully playing with spacecraft...

And what do I come home to? 33C Dazzling sunshine in Toulouse... scorchio

Now I'm starting to miss our green and pleasant land - at least I could go out for a run without triggering heat shock!

There's some interesting cloud coming in from the south west.

<heads off to cloud website to see if I can identify them>