Slight delay there, but we're back to where we were

Like a bad flu at the end of a holiday, the GCSE exams arrive. Two years of my education, tested on in a period of about 4 weeks. Sucks really, one mistake here, and I'm finished, done, and I'll have to go live in a gutter and live on benefits. But in all honesty, I know I wont cock up that much, being the smart arse I am. I'll get my 6 A*-C's needed to get into Sixth form, and probibly pass with flourish. But it's the thought, the idea that I could fail which is getting me wound up.

I'd say "There has to be an alternative to this horrible examination system that encourages memorization instead of learning, and promotes a phobia of intellect as the copycat can perform just as well", but there isn't one I can think of. The education system puts pressure on teens, we work, we get grade, we move onto the far more interesting idea of A-levels. Only way I can think of the tests working practically. I mean, I hate it's inflexibility, but it just has to happen. A necessary evil.

Anyway, in other news, the heatwave in England has finally ended, and with it comes the cold. It's horrible, all chilly and grey, like badly made mashed potato that's been left to stand for a few hours. And it's not doing great things for my mood, which is already stressed (As above). Ah well, I shall persevere.

There, that's a rant on my life. I promise (If there is in fact anyone listening) that I will do something a bit more, how to say, topical, next post.

That all important first post

It's all there really. The nervousness of it all. The horrible feeling one gets as he puts pen to a clean sheet of paper. Will I ruin it? Will this be a waste of time? I clear my thoughts, and begin to write.

Good Day all. Or not, in fact. It's Evening in Ole' Blighty; and before anyone asks, yes I do have the blasted accent! I'm sorry, but no matter how nice it is that other countries like the English accent (I'm looking at you Americans here), it's always the first question they ask. "OMG do you have the accent!" They say, ignoring my simple desire for a hello, how are you. I may be English, but I'm still a human on some level! Besides, on the Internet, it's not like my voice matters. Who needs vocal chords when the loudest you can be is a rather stern E-mail. Remember kids, caps lock for cruise control.
Which brings me rather neatly onto this blog. Call me a cultural kleptomaniac all you want, but the title was actually inspired by a "Queens of the Stone age" Song called "Songs for the Deaf". The above statement then crossed my mind, and thus the name was born. "Rants for the deaf". I think it has a ring to it, and serves the purpose of why this blog is in fact here. The Internet needs more intelligent rants and critique, and I hope to provide controversial (Or probably not) stimuli for the culturally stiff-born and posh-fags out there. People like you, Mr and Mrs Smith! With your 2.4 children and your two cars, one of which is a people carrier just to show off, while you actually just use your dutch bike to get to work as if to say "Look as us! We're so rich we can buy a car, but not use it!" People like me!
Welcome to the strange conformist world of the English middle class. I hope you die of fright.

Disclaimer: I have nothing against gays, middle-class people or Queens of the Stone age. There! You got it from me! Can't sue me now! Hah!