From Billy Connolly 🙂
“No-one tells you at school, they teach you f**king algebra, of no use to any living being. “Connolly, one A plus one B?” “What? Sorry?” “One A plus one B?” “You’re taking the piss…” “I’ll ask you again, Connolly. One A plus one B?” “I dont know. Numbers only, I don’t know how you add letters. I don’t remember the B-times table. ****. One B’s B, two Bs is a couple of Bs. Three Bs is a couple of Bs and the one we spoke about in the first place. What’s that all about?” I mean, I would love to meet somebody, who found a use for the f**king algebra, when they left. It’s unreal, isn’t it? Now they threw me out at fifteen. The headmaster… on the day I was fifteen the headmaster appeared on the veranda with a loudhailer. “Now hear this. Everyone who has reached the age of fifteen, stand over there. Except for those, who don’t know what one A plus one B is. They can **** off!” They don’t tell you how to chat up women, or anything like that. How to make money, there should be a class: “How to make serious dough.” And how to chat up women: “How to get laid before you die.” You know, that whole courtship thing.”