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Ofsted has for the first time in existence backed teachers after Sir Keir Starmer told a horrified group of teachers that he wants children to learn oratory skills.


“It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard a politician say!” said a secondary school teacher who asked we keep his identity secret, in case his senior managers use his comments as an excuse to give him another bollocking. “The first thing we learn on the teacher training course is how to tell kids how to shut the fuck up when we’re teaching. If schools have to teach oratory skills, we’ll have smartarse kids giving eloquent speeches that demand answers to why their schools are no longer teaching useful subjects; and how they are supposed to do King James Bible studies when there is only the single copy of the KJB in the school; and which has to be visible in the headmaster’s bookcase when he does Zoom meetings.”


A clown from a travelling circus who manages to get gigs as an Ofsted inspector whenever his circus is in a town and a regular inspector calls in sick told Newsbiscuit he agrees with teachers’ concerns.


“When I’ve had to inspect public schools where they teach oratory, and the wheels fall off my car in the school car park, they always put it down to shoddy workmanship by the working classes, adding it’s why Britain needs Conservative government. When the wheels fall off my car in state schools, the kids just ask if I’m part of the government and it encourages the rest to say “Why don’t you f*ck off you red nose c*nt”


The clown inspector added that Ofsted says in its inspector manual, that kids need to be seen and not heard, adding it will only create problems when they’re hungry, or wondering how oratory skills will assist their career chances when they ask customers if they want fries with that.


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In an unusual move, the government has agreed to accept teachers' pay demands on the condition that all new education policies be based around mid era Grange Hill story-lines.


New Education Secretary, Norman Stebson, dubbed "Gripper" by his cabinet mates, has laid out proposals for the pay terms to be met, but that the legendary bully be allowed to roam the nation's school corridors and staff-rooms freely, extracting loose change from educators unabated.


The new terms have been met with suspicion by teachers' unions, who are demanding the monster's activities to be restricted to the ridiculing of the overweight, and that any embezzlement should be strictly limited to fee-paying schools.


The move comes after previous Education Secretary, "Nasty" Mr Hicks, was forced to leave his post after negotiations came to a head when "Bullet" Baxter, representing the Union of Sports Educators and Associated Track Suit Industries, allegedly punched him to the floor. An internal review by the Union, however, exonerated Baxter, insisting that the minister had simply "slipped on the wet shower floor".







This weekend, Jim Smith undertook the gruelling task of watching his youngest child perform in yet another sixth form musical that for some reason features spirited cockney urchins. She plays a spunky East End vagabond - again.


‘The second I see her bounding on stage, her ponytail pinned under a newsboy cap and her face streaked with brown eyeshadow, I know it’s going to be a long night,’ Jim says. ‘It wouldn’t bother me that much, but most of the musicals aren’t even set in Victorian London.’


Why an urchin? Jim’s daughter is, regrettably, a triple A: A cup, Alto and Androgenous. Predatory theatre directors already face the challenge of wrestling unenthusiastic sixteen-year-old boys into oversized suit jackets so they can mumble their way through the lead roles. With no boys to spare, the mantle of the juvenile rapscallion falls on female shoulders.


‘If I have to see that tattered brown jacket again I’ll scream,’ Smith’s wife says, wringing the photocopied playbill between her hands. ‘I swear every role she plays is the same: it’s all “spare a penny” this and “pick a pocket,” that. I actually feel relief when she dies at the end.’


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