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The fuck you up, the electorate. They may not mean to, but they do. They vote for things in ignorance, And drag us out of the EU. But they were fucked up in their turn, By ignorant self-serving twits, Who sold us lies and false concerns: The myths of this Brexit. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens, with terminal velocity. Move to Scotland as quick as you can, Before the end of our economy.

I can't sleep.  I have managed to wind myself up over the amount of seemingly ill-considered demands that keep flying the way of teaching staff in my College (the latest arriving at about 8pm this evening). The first was a grand announcement that in order to save money on actual teaching time, we were all expected to create online activities instead - which would replace teaching hours, thereby freeing us all up to teach more modules.  Like a kind of MOOCAC (Massively Open Online Course At Cost). Ok. But they were more specific than that.  It was to take the form of an hour's online activity each week for each module.  Since we are currently teaching the equivalent of around 8-10 modules per semester (likely to go up to 12 or more with the hours freed up by this wheeze), this means we could be developing around 144 different hour-long online activities per semester. Starting this September. Oh and there is no money to pay for any preparation time for lecturers, so it