I'll throttle bloody Durkheim...

Sociology.

Yet another day in the seemingly interminable three years of studying Sociology And Law... and I'm still on the first term of it. And it's all bollocks! It's fatuous, credulous, sycophantic, pretentious, pompous bombast designed to make sociologists feel all smug and superior. And I still can't wrap my brain around it.

I've been sitting here with my textbooks "preparing" for a tutorial - no, sorry, seminar - tomorrow, and... well..

Well, put it this way:

Words, right? They're my thing. I know about words. Words are what I do best, and like drumming and dancing they're one of the things that I'm not totally bloody useless at. In my world, spelling and grammar errors are things that happen to other people.

I know about words.

If I find any I recognise, I'll let you know.

"You plead what?!"

An 18-year-old who battered someone and got done for GBH managed to get off wearing an electronic tag. Guess why?

'Ms Hughes, 18, said "I didn't want to wear a tag beacuse they are really bulky and embarrassing."'

Um, yeah. Welcome to the concept of deterrents.

Here's the BBC News article: "Tag 'too bulky' for bail woman"

...so now you know how to get off sentences you don't like.

"Oh no, yeronner, I couldn't go to prison... the paint doesn't match my complexion!"