Local
students stunned by ‘disastrous’ exam results
While their
peers across Borsetshire were celebrating record A-level successes, two
Ambridge teenagers say they are ‘devastated’ by their exam results.
‘It’s not
fair,’ said Phoebe Aldridge of Home Farm. ‘I only got three As and one A-star,
and I wanted an A-star in History as well. I blame my so-called mother. I knew
I should have finished Volume 4 of Churchill’s History of the English-Speaking Peoples. But she kept me up till
dawn with her stupid solstice celebration.’
Ms Aldridge
said her grades were good enough for her to take up her place to read PPE at
Oxford University. ‘But all the other girls will have two A-stars. Now I really
must interrogate the question of whether I want to continue on the education
conveyor belt at all!’ (Sorry, what? Ed).
Meanwhile,
Josh Archer of Brookfield said he was ‘gutted’ by his results: two Bs and a C.
‘It’s a
disaster. My cover as a lazy layabout who’s only fit to raise chickens is
completely blown,’ he said. ‘I’m outed as the brains of the family, just
because I got better results than my dad or my sister.’
Mr Archer
said he had deferred his place at Felpersham University for a year to consider
his options. ‘Maybe if I can spend the next year doing some incredibly stupid
things, mum and dad will forget about me going to college’, he said. ‘You don’t
need a degree to run an egg empire. Just lots of hens.’
Business news
By our
agribusiness correspondent Hector Cash-Cropp
Damara Capital appoints estates head…
Rob
Titchener, who left his post as herd manager of Berrow Farm last year, is returning
to Damara Capital to run all of the conglomerate’s Borsetshire estates.
‘It’s a big
step up, but I have every confidence in Rob,’ said chairman Justin Elliott.
‘Now that route B is no longer going ahead, we need to make the land earn its
keep while new planning applications go through. Rob convinced me he has the
skills to squeeze every last drop out of any project he takes on and I know he
will keep tight control of all the company assets.’
Mr Elliott
said he was ‘relaxed’ about the forthcoming trial at which Mr Titchener’s wife
stands accused of trying to murder him. ‘My social secretary Lilian Bellamy did
express a concern, but when it comes to business she knows I’m the boss,’ he
said. ‘Rob and I share this view of women in the workplace.’
Mr
Titchener said he was ‘delighted, but not surprised’ to be offered the post.
‘As soon as I made it known I was looking for opportunities, Justin called and
this seemed like a natural fit for a man of my abilities,’ he said. ‘I had
taken a step back from my career at my wife’s insistence, as she wanted me to
set up her little family farm shop.
‘I achieved
this, at great personal cost, I must say. But I’m now ready to take on a man-sized
job again and I’m looking forward to getting my teeth into the challenge.’
…. as Carter flies high in new role
Alice
Carter has been appointed sales manager of FlyByNight Aerial Imagery, a
start-up that aims to get Borsetshire farmers up to speed with the latest drone
technology.
‘It’s
really amazing,’ said Mrs Carter. ‘Our breakthrough, cutting-edge innovations
mean we can achieve accurate images even in the dark, and transmit data direct
to on-board computers. Using the latest GPS techniques we can help you
calibrate fertiliser spread or seed distribution with unrivalled precision!’
Mrs Carter
said her role was to engage with farmers and demonstrate how FlyByNight can
help save costs and improve efficiency. ‘I don’t see it as sales; it’s just
helping people,’ she said. ‘For instance, I bet I could save you some money.
Are you a farmer? Do you know any farmers? Can I talk to them? Would you like
my card? Wait…come back….’ (That’s enough
biz news. Ed.)
New series: Down Memory Lane
In the
first of an occasional series, Joe Grundy reminisces about a colourful Ambridge
character of his youth…
‘When I was
a lad, many’s the night me and Billy Tompkins would meet up and go foraging –
poaching, as our Clarrie calls it.
‘I never
knew anyone loved his ferrets as much as Billy – not even me. We had some rare
old adventures. Feedin’ the pheasants on whisky-soaked raisins to get ‘em
drowsy… More than once we nearly came ‘ome with poacher’s bottom – what they
used to call a backside full of gunshot pellets. But we never got caught.
‘Billy went
to Italy, 1943 it was, never came home again. But I didn’t forget him – I named
one of my best ever ferrets after him.
‘Course,
you couldn’t do that now. Poachin’ is stealin’, they say; trespassers will be
persecuted an’ all that. But if the common man needs a little something from
the land, it’s only a tiny fraction of what was rightfully ‘is and what was
stolen from ‘im.
‘Take
Grange Farm. It’s my God-given right to die on the land I farmed for so long. But
that Caroline Sterling says I’ve got to pack up my ferrets and she’s going to
throw me out, with no more dignity than a sack of spuds. (That’s enough reminiscing. The Sterlings’ lawyers have been on. Ed).
From the AmMums message boards
Our pick of
the topics that got Ambridge mums chatting online this week…
• Hey guys!
I don’t usually drop in here, what with being a super-busy eco-entrepreneur.
And anyway, I don’t feel like a mum – Feebs is more like my best friend, you
know? But guess what – she absolutely smashed her A-levels! And I mean more
smashed than me after a night on the vegan tequila! So it’s off to Oxford for
my baby. How cool is that? Oh – and by the way ladies, it’s 10 per cent off
chakra rebalancing at Spiritual Home this week! KleverKate
•
Congratulations Kate; you must be delighted. But you know, I do sometimes feel
sorry for clever girls. Take my Anna. She did so well, passing all those exams,
lots of distinctions, being called to the Bra, or whatever those lawyers do.
But it’s no life for a young woman, her head stuck in books and files. I often
wish she’d settle down with a life-partner of her choice. Instead of which here
she is, about to get divorced and going to bed with Johnnie Walker instead of
that nice Max. And I’m sure it’s affecting how she’s managing poor Helen
Titchener’s case. Still, we can’t live our children’s lives for them, can we?
I’m certain Phoebe will turn out fine, despite being a bluestocking. CarolT
• You don’t
know how lucky you are, the pair of you. I’m worried sick about my George. He’s
just finished primary school, it’s the middle of the holidays, and he’s
spending all his time reading a book! It’s not natural for a boy his age. Not
natural for a Grundy of any age, to be fair. I think it’s all the stress we’re
under, having to keep Grange Farm clean for viewings, Lady Muck Sterling
turning up whenever she likes. Anyone would think she owned the place! Why
can’t George be out causing trouble like other boys? It’s not right. MummyEmma.
• Don’t
worry Emma; George will be fine if you carry on believing in him. That’s what
I’ve found with my Robert. He’s been through a terrible time, getting mixed up
with … well, this is AmMums, so I won’t talk about women who aren’t fit to be a
mother! But he’s through it all now and soon he’ll have Henry and baby Gideon
living with him full-time – and he’s just landed a top job, too. He’s
determined to settle in Ambridge, so I can’t wait to visit often and become a part
of village life! GrandmaUrsula
• Get off here, you ghastly troll. You’re not part of Ambridge life and never will be,
no matter how much time you spend eavesdropping on gossip in the village shop.
How can you think Rob is a good father? You might be his mother but anyone can
see he’s a monster! And as for saying Helen’s not a fit mother…. No words. Just
no words. Anon.
• Well, I
say! Is this Pat Archer? I wouldn’t be surprised by anything that family might
stoop to. And so cowardly too. GrandmaUrsula.
• What Anon
said. Everyone.
(This thread has been closed. AmMumsMod).
AmMums Giant Snorks Christine. 😂
ReplyDeleteYou should have seen the posts the mods had to delete! :-)
ReplyDeleteI can see a natural fit between Alice and Toby, what with their mutual passion for drones. *Ah hem* I am saying no more.
ReplyDeleteOh no.... and they're both terrible salespeople. Perish the thought...
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