University a load of bollocks if student can't win Trivial Pursuit, agree thick relatives

A STUDENT who failed to win a family game of Trivial Pursuit at Christmas has proved university is a pointless activity for ponces, his relatives feel.

Supposedly clever Oxford undergraduate Tom Booker was playing the board game with his extended family, all of whom work in honest manual jobs and had their prejudices against any form of learning confirmed.

Aunt Yvonne Jones said: “Tom didn’t know which scale is used to measure the hardness of minerals, the dense bastard. None of us did, obviously, but you’d expect an English Literature student who got straight As in his GCSEs to know that.

“Frankly, the number of questions he got wrong was embarrassing. Tom’s poncey la-di-dah ivory tower book learning proved to be particularly useless in the sport category. He couldn’t even say which club plays at Loftus Road, which is primary school stuff.

“I’m afraid it confirms my opinion – which is the same as facts – that university is just posh twats getting pissed at the taxpayer’s expense. They’re not so bloody clever when you ask them to name the world’s smallest mammal.

“Tom should learn a trade like plumbing, but he probably thinks he’s too good for that and sneers at us horrible working-class oiks. Although he’s never expressed an opinion on the subject.”

Tom said: “I’ve decided to drop out of my degree and look for factory jobs. Maybe I can return to higher education later in life when I know more about the win record of Lewis Hamilton.”

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Mum interpreting every gift as passive-aggressive slight

A MOTHER believes every present she has opened from her husband and children to be a covert critique on her personality and parenting. 

Eleanor Shaw of Northampton has become steadily more offended with every thoughtful, loving gift she has received because she knows exactly what the giver really meant by that and it was not kind at all.

She said: “Bath bombs. That’s what I am to you, is it? A big fat blob floating in the bath. So all the work I’ve done putting this Christmas together meant nothing to you, did it?

“And I know exactly what you’re getting at with that box of Hotel Chocolat, Stephen. How hurtful. I’m booked on the Slimfast for New Year but you clearly don’t believe I can do it and this is your sly way of saying so.

“Earrings? Well that’s a humiliation because you all know I never have any occasion to get dressed up and wear earrings for. Because I’m just a fat chocolate-gruffling pig who stinks.”

Husband Stephen said: “Yeah, I think she might be reading too much into it. Last year I bought her novelty socks and she thought it was my way of saying she closely resembled Greg Davies from Taskmaster. 

“She does this every year so she has an excuse to go off in a huff and get pissed on Prosecco upstairs.”