No link between academic performance and giving end-of-year gifts so don't bother

RESEARCH has found there is no correlation between giving teachers expensive end-of-year gifts and academic performance so parents should not waste their money. 

A five-year study showed that whether teachers are rewarded with chocolates, flavoured gin or nothing at all at the end of the school year makes no difference at all to their teaching or pupils’ educational outcomes.

Parent Jo Kramer said: “I assumed when I handed over a bottle of prosecco in a reused gift bag, I was buying Connor the push that would take him from grade 6 to grade 8.

“Apparently not. Apparently he’s treated like any other kid despite my outlay of £6.50 and writing ‘thanks for all your hard work!’ on the tag. I regard that as fraudulent.”

Parent Julian Cook agreed: “Do they believe we’re giving them a bunch of supermarket flowers out of actual gratitude? What for? Doing their bloody jobs?

“That bouquet was bought on the clear understanding that it would earn Poppy leniency, better marks for her topic about Awesome Animals, and eventually a place at a Russell Group university. I’m glad I found out it was worthless now, while she’s six.”

Teacher Lucy Parry said: “The thing is you give us booze now, we get wrecked for six weeks, we’ve no idea who’s who by September.”

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You're the Voice by John Farnham, and other dangers of rediscovering 80s soft rock

EVERYONE loves Bonnie Tyler belting out Total Eclipse of the Heart, but Gen Z should be warned that 80s soft rock is not a safe space. These songs are why: 

We Don’t Need Another Hero by Tina Turner, 1985

Archetypal soft rock thanks to its dated keyboards, catchy nonsensical hook and being a blockbuster movie tie-in. Tina Turner was in the film, so knew full well their overriding message was that until society is rebuilt you absolutely do need heroes or you’ll be cruelly slaughtered by bastards like Lord Humungus.

You’re the Voice by John Farnham, 1986

‘We’re all someone’s daughter, we’re all someone’s son. How long can we look at each other, down the barrel of a gun?’ sings John, in the typically impassioned plea for peace which made up around 40 per cent of all soft rock lyrics. It was generally accepted that big hair and bagpipe solos would end the Cold War. And eventually, David Hasselhoff did.

We Built This City by Starship, 1985

Musically it’s got every 80s cliché: synth stabs, power chords, boring anthemic chorus. While taking generic lyrics to a new level with pseudo-meaningful bollocks about ‘corporation games’ and the assertion that rock and roll builds cities, which it doesn’t. San Francisco, referenced in the song, was built on maritime trade and the financial sector.

Glory of Love by Peter Cetera, 1986

Pete pours his heart into it but the song is inextricably linked to The Karate Kid Part II, which is largely about a white boy travelling to Japan to kick ass. Colonialism and white American kids beating the natives at their own game are no longer considered the uplifting themes for a movie they once were.

Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon, 1984

You’re torn between liking the tune and hating everything else: the pompous piano intro, the teenage poetry lyrics, a deeply misjudged video about a baby growing into a middle-aged father and passing on his teddy bear. And singer Kevin Cronin’s 1980s mullet is something to behold. It looks as if he’s wearing an Ewok on his head.

Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, 1982 

Weapons-grade cheese, with its highly effective riff and lyrics entirely composed of guff about tigers, being ‘back on the street’ and fighting being a rewarding experience. But went from the Rocky III soundtrack to ubiquity, used everywhere from real boxing matches to Dumb and Dumberer, so the vicarious macho excitement is gone and you may as well be putting on The Smiths.

The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News, 1985

Huey and the guys really perfected the art of utterly bland pop rock no-one can object to, the musical equivalent of comfortable socks. However it was written specifically for Back to the Future and since Marty’s girlfriend isn’t in most of the film it should really be called The Power of Your Mum Fancying You. Which today’s porn-addled kids are probably into.