tobytoby's blog post - ARGHHHH 'Maths' - as we Englsih call it

Just started an intensive course on Maths. 13 weeks of hell ahead of me. Who gives a toss if fifteen girls are wearing skirts and seven boys are wearing trousers and what the ratio is of trousers to skirts! Makes no bloody sense!!

I'm really stupid when it comes to Maths, I'm a writer, a director not a number cruncher. May as well say 'If a man got on a bus at a quarter past three and the journey takes 47 minutes, what did the driver have in his sandwiches?' It's been, OMG 30 years since I was taught how to subtract one big number from another. I'd forgotten you got to carry one, add something to another to make that next number completely different and borrow from it cheat the system into it making sense. The fact is it doesn't but I HAVE to get a maths qualification or my life may never move forward.

Numbers CAN reduce a grown man to tears. Only good thing about Maths was that Archimedes ran down the street naked shouting 'Eureka!' (hope he was a looker) Oh no sorry, that's not Maths thats bloody physics! I was right, there's nothing good about maths!