Boxerbeetle wrote: ↑22 May 2018, 10:49
jimcook wrote: ↑22 May 2018, 05:54
bullshit.
I know plenty of doctors who dont have 10 percent of fury's native wit. If fury can be dedicated enough to become a world champ , he could , with maturity , have the discipline it takes to get his degree. He might be a bit mad at times, but he is nobodies mug. If he really wanted to do it, he would, i've no doubt about that.
You must be on the wind-up with that post
Fury becoming a fully qualified doctor is about as likely as Jeremy Hunt becoming the undisputed lineal heavyweight champion of the world.
I went to a school, that until my first year had been a posh grammar/boarding school. They closed two Secondary Modern schools and then merged with the Grammar school. The mix between the posh kids and the kids from the town was messy. Especially when the travellers were introduced. About half the teachers from the grammar days stayed on and half transferred from the Secondary Modern's into the new flag-ship Comprehensive. The Grammar school teachers still insisted on wearing those old fashioned gowns, they also called you by your surname and would hit you every now and again (even though corporal punishment had pretty much been banned).
Anyway, we had this kid called Gareth Tolman. He was a right thick pudendum. His Dad wasn't around and he was on free dinners, never had the right bits of uniform and still wore those black plimsolls (with the weird circle grip things and a bit of elastic) when we did PE. He got bullied a fair bit, nothing physical, just being called an orphan and poor and all that.
He reckoned that his dad was a pilot in the RAF and that's why he wasn't around. Loads of people called him on it and lads that had gone to his infants school with him said that his dad had just fucked off and didn't have a job at all. All he wanted to do was be an RAF pilot.
By the time we were getting to the age where we had to pick subjects and all that, see the careers people etc. most lads had grown out of wanting to be jet pilots or train drivers etc. The posh kids that would have made the grade to get into the school when it was a grammar school, all wanted to be doctors and work with computers (the BBC Micro and Acorn Electron were all the rage) and all the normal kids were gearing up to work in one of the local factories or go into the infantry. Tolman was still on about being an RAF pilot. The old grammar teachers told him he was too stupid (literally) and that they wouldn't take him in their classes if he applied to take the subjects they taught. A few of the new style teachers were very encouraging, and told us all that if we worked hard, there was no reason why we couldn't be anything we wanted to be when we left school and Tolman used that as his basis of a tactical plan.
Eventually, the careers people and the head of year sat him down and pointed out he would need A-C in Maths, Physics and English as a minimum. That was an issue as he was in the bottom set for everything and was going to be restricted to getting grades E as a maximum. He wouldn't have it and said that he would work hard to achieve his dream of being an RAF pilot. They ended up they set him a really basic physics exam and he got about 4% on it and they refused to let him take it. They made him take combined sciences which was new at the time and pretty useless. Still, undeterred he was adamant he was going to be an RAF pilot. By now he's getting on everyone's tits and even I started bullying him and telling him he was a stupid pudendum who wouldn't even get in the RAF as a mechanic because he was too thick for that and too unfit for basic training.
We all did our exams and I got a job before my results came out and didn't go to the school to get my results, so I didn't see anyone and don't know what they did or how they got on. But, about three months later I saw Tolman wearing a grey store coat with the Iceland logo on it in the town centre. He had temporarily opted for a career in the trolley pushing business and I'm ashamed to say I pointed out that it was almost similar to flying Tornadoes, he said that it was still his plan and in fact he had an appointment in the RAF/ARMY Careers Office in a week or so.
I saw him again about two years later, he was still on trolleys, but also did shelves sometimes. Apparently, there had been some resistance by the Air Force to recruit Tolman as a pilot. Indeed there was resistance to recruit him for anything. He had been passed onto the Army and he had a vague plan that he would become a fighter pilot, via the well known route of joining the infantry, learning to fly helicopters and then transferring his skills to the cockpit of a tornado.
The issue he had was the army recruiting sergeant was a Welsh Guardsman called Andy Carter who detested anyone that wasn't white and wasn't supremely fit. He had a pull up bar screwed into his door frame and if anyone couldn't manage less than 20 pull ups he wouldn't have them in the Guards. Less than 10 and he wouldn't have them in the army. Not even the Green Jackets. Tolman had managed to reach the bar and that was about it. So, here he was building his upper body strength and stamina by pushing trolleys and stacking shelves, knowing that one day he could fulfil his dream of becoming an RAF pilot.
I literally didn't see him again for about 22 years. I bumped into him in a Morrisons. He had about nine kids with him, all as scruffy as he used to be and his wife was fat as fornicate and no oil painting, but I was just pleased to see that he had a family. I asked him if he ever made it into the air force and alas, he hadn't, but he was a Scout leader. He couldn't talk for long as he was technically working and about 5 minutes after I spoke to him I saw him getting bollocked by a 19 year old assistant manager (groceries) for fornicating up a display of sausages.
The point to this long story is, there is something out there for all of us. Fury is a boxer and that's all he can be. Tolman was destined for a career in supermarkets. If we try and be anything else its pointless and we wouldn't fit in, even if by some miracle we made it. Horses for courses and all that.