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Jazz Hands ...

Fuck me; bloody students!

Its been drawn to my attention that those berks at Manchester University have ditched clapping as a sign of appreciation. And what is it being replaced with - I hear you ask? A big thumbs UP or thumbs DOWN like in that film Gladiator perhaps? Fuck me no; that would be vaguely sensible.

It's being replaced in favour of "jazz hands".

Reps at the University have voted to replace noisy appreciation - i.e clapping - with the British Sign Language equivalent - a soundless wave of both hands.

Union officer Sara Khan said traditional clapping can cause issues for students with autism, sensory issues or deafness. I suspect Mizz Khan might have a few issues; I've certainly got an ISSUE myself - what the fucks wrong with clapping? I know students are thick, but how many of the fuckers have never seen anyone clap before? What about blind students; how are they gonna see someone waving at them?

I've got an idea for Manchester University. The next time the principle Science lecturer is about to talk about Particle Physics or how gravity can bend time; why doesn't he fuckin' mime his lecture?. He could just wave his hands, or make a sign with his thumb and forefinger coming together slowly. That would symbolise something really tiny - like an atom.

Better still he could black up or dress as a woman, then put some lippy on whilst miming. It would be bonkers but would be inclusive - and hey that's what matters.


Here's a sign just for Manchester University; with love from me.

Woof!

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