Phillip Forsyth

@pforsyth.bsky.social

Born in (Arbroath) Scotland, and have called Hong Kong, home, since 1987. Main business is logistics and love tramping around the hills here.

Corrupt organisation supports corrupt leader shock: FIFA said its leadership unanimously reaffirmed full support for President Gianni Infantino during a crisis meeting with senior officials in Morocco.

If you show up to Bluesky without following anyone, you'll be treated to a series of posts about art, music, and dogs. If you show up to X without following anyone, you'll be bombarded with right-wing conspiracies and white supremacist slop. It's weird which one is seen as a "political bubble"

Spokane is on fire and they’ve had to ground all airport because FUCKING CUNTS are flying drones over the fires trying to get footage and I stg I wish catastrophic debt on all of them

Oh man, Rod Liddle has passed. I think it's best to remember him using his own words and sentiments, like "...the one thing stopping me from being a teacher was that I could not remotely conceive of not trying to shag the kids."

Text reads:

Rod Liddle
A teenage girl, a maths teacher and a righteous tabloid fury
From magazine issue:
29 Sep 2012

I seriously contemplated being a teacher once upon a time, when I was lot younger. It seemed to me an agreeable doss, and one didn’t have to be too bright or too ambitious, or possess any great quantity of knowledge. I sometimes wondered what sort of teacher I’d prefer to be; one of those ingratiating young men who plays meaningful pop songs on his guitar to the class and affects an air of faux rebelliousness, the kind of teacher whom as schoolchildren we all despised, or the other kind — sarcastic, stentorian and occasionally brutal, the kind we all feared. It was one or the other; there is no middle way.

I never found out because the one thing stopping me from being a teacher was that I could not remotely conceive of not trying to shag the kids. It seemed to me virtually impossible not to, and I was convinced that I’d be right in there, on day one. We’re talking secondary school level here, by the way — and even then I don’t think I’d have dabbled much below year ten, as it is now called. I just thought we ought to clear that up early on. At my old comprehensive school a few teachers were known to be schtupping the pupils; one of them, a female teacher who was extremely foxy in a Pot Noodle scuzzy kind of way — she copped off with some fifth-form lad, and another teacher (a man with a guitar and a faux rebellious attitude) gained the affections of an extremely attractive fourth-form girl. As pupils, we didn’t remotely mind about this and both teachers were very popular. But I knew, when I was considering my career options, that this sort of behaviour was definitely frowned upon by the authorities and that I would not last the week in my new job. Frowned upon, although not much more, I ought to say — certainly not the deranged howling that is kicked up these days, the fury and the righteous anger."