Thursday, March 02, 2006


Well, The Seven Times Table Is A Little Tricky . . .

From Reuters:

'Superstar David Beckham, whose mental agility has been questioned before in the media, has said his six-year-old son's maths homework leaves him baffled.'

'The England captain and Real Madrid midfielder was forced to call on his wife Victoria, a former member of the Spice Girls pop group, to help their son Brooklyn with a school assignment because the footballer found the sums too difficult.'

'"Their homework is so hard these days," Beckham, 30, said in an interview with the Mail on Sunday. "It's totally done differently to what I was teached when I was at school, and you know I was like 'Oh my God, I can't do this'."'

Comment is, I think, superfluous.

Don't wait for a Fields Medal, mate.

"what I was teached"

It appears that English wasn't his strong subject either.
The grammar disturbs me more.......

Being a maths spaz I have some sympathy. I know my father had trouble helping me out with long multiplication because the way we were taught to do it was alien to him.
He's not too good at managing his finances either:

"A True Story about David Beckham.

David employs a very ritzy firm of accountants to manage his considerable packet. Being a pukka pro firm they have laid down a few rules for the young stud, the main one being that Becks has two accounts; a business one and a personal one. Time and again they have tried to drum into him that when he writes a cheque, that he should draw it off the right account. You know, keep business and pleasure separate.

Well, one day they ring him up and tell him that he should write a cheque for three and a half grand out to the customs and excise on the business account.

The cheque arrives at the accountants, they open it up and it's groans all around. A girl in the office asks if he's written the cheque on the wrong account again. The cheque is thrust into her hands. And there is a cheque, actually written to the right account, for three and a half grand, made out to 'costumes and exercise.' When they phoned him up he said he thought it was something to do 'with Victoria's gym.'

If his IQ was any lower he'd photosynthesise in sunlight..."
I think this calls for one of my (shit) Beckham jokes:

Why did it take David Beckham four hours to drink a carton of orange juice?

Because it said Concentrate on the side!


Paul - Did he have one? Not counting PE, I suppose.

I hated PE. Rugby was the worst. We had a teacher who delighted in joining in the game himself, and he would always - always - tackle me with the ferocity of a man who's just caught his wife in flagrante delicto.

Maybe that was the problem.

Ill Man - to be fair, I'm fairly cretinous at maths too. Still, I hope I'm somewhat above the mental age of six in the discipline.

Hungbuny - when I was tiny, I asked my mom why it was called 'customs and exercise.' I was about five or something.

I still don't understand why it's called 'The Inland Revenue', though.

Boudica - straight to the top off the tower with that one.

London or Blackpool, take your pick.
London, I think, easier to escape.
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