He wanted to say, oh, how he wanted to say: craftsmen.
D’you know what that means? It means men with some pride, who get fed up and leave when they’re told to do skimpy work in a rush, no matter what you pay them . . .
But you don’t care, because if they don’t polish a chair with their arse all day you think a man who’s done a seven-year apprenticeship is the same as some twerp who can’t be trusted to hold a hammer by the right end.
He didn’t say this aloud, because although an elderly man probably has a lot less future than a man of twenty, he’s far more careful of it …
— Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
“I have a dream . . .”
To me, the recent Educational Excellence Everywhere white paper reads like a managerialist’s dream. It has all the hallmarks of…
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