Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 25 January 2016
A pre-revolutionary weekend by the sea
Interesting statistic heard this morning: Inmates of a British prison achieved higher grades in Criminology than external undergraduates.
Green-Eye's boyfriend was recently refused funding for his college course, because they said the course didn't exist. G.E. said how could he be doing a course if it didn't exist?
Well, when I was at Cambridge (as a barman, not an undergraduate) I met an American girl who was undergoing a course on 'Arthurian Studies' (that's King Arthur, btw). I said I didn't know that Cambridge had such a course, but she explained by saying that they didn't until she created it for herself. She must have been rich and they will do almost anything for money.
About thirty-something years ago, most rich foreign students at Bath University were Iranian. These days they are mainly Chinese, but this is set to change. Shawn said that Saudi students can't/won't write. Somehow this does not surprise me.
I spent a very strange weekend on the South Coast of Britain many years ago, surrounded by a whole family of Iranian men, one of whom was my friend from Bath University.
We just sat around on the carpet (I don't remember any furniture) eating giant pistachio nuts, sent over in vast quantities from Tehran, with a small, white poodle scampering amongst us as we munched. I don't remember any conversation either, because it was all conducted in Farsi. We didn't make one single walk to the sea that I can remember either.
Over the next year or so, my friend became more and more deranged, thanks to his devotion to Guru Maharji's 'Divine Light' cult, and we drifted apart just before he decided to go back to Tehran.
Just after he returned, the Ayatollah's Revolution broke out there, people were being hanged from lamp-posts and I haven't heard from him since.
I don't think he stood much of a chance, unless he had the wit to lie low for a good while, and I cannot imagine that he did. His father was Secretary to the Shah's wife.
A few years later, I came across some more rich Iranian men in Bath, and I asked them if they had ever heard of Saeed Barzin when in Tehran.