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  • 7 Reasons That This is the Worst Survey of All Time

    7 Reasons That This is the Worst Survey of All Time

    Readers of 7 Reasons, I’m breathless with excitement.  I’ve discovered something amazing.  While reading this fine article to research something else, I found, in four short paragraphs in the middle, an account of an astonishingly inept survey.

    The survey was conducted in the 1930s by the Mass Observation organisation and set out to quantify how many people were having sex on Blackpool beach during the month of August.  They conducted their research – in a rather hapless manner – by hanging about on the beach at night looking for people having sex.  During the research they managed to spectacularly and hilariously cock up their own figures.  Here are seven reasons that it’s the worst survey of all time.

    1.  The Premise.  You can call me suspicious (I won’t answer to it though) but isn’t the premise a bit fishy?  I smell a rat; which is a rodent that smells of fish.  It’s like someone at the Mass Observation unit suddenly said – possibly during a meeting at a pub – “I’ve got a great idea chaps, let’s all go to Blackpool and observe people having sex on the beach.”  And everyone drunkenly agreed to it as a terrific idea and an utterly laudable use of their time and resources.  What no one seems to have said is “But wait.  Isn’t that dogging?”  Because that’s what watching people having sex in a public place is.  This makes their observation lack credibility.  This makes it look less like a serious study and more like an excursion for perverts.

    2.  The Results.  The results are also a little suspicious.  During their study into how many people were having sex on the beach during August in Blackpool, they recorded a mere four couples having sex on the beach.  Now, perhaps times have changed and things are a little more liberal in Blackpool these days but there are bus stops in Blackpool where more people are having sex than that in the middle of the afternoon.  And on the beach at any given time, there are usually at least nine people attempting to have sex with a donkey.  The results seem not to accurately reflect the environment that was being surveyed.

    3.  The Personnel.  The credibility of this survey was further undermined because – and this makes it officially one of my favourite surveys ever – one of the people that the Mass Observation researchers observed having sex on the beach was another Mass Observation researcher.  This brilliant incident of the hunter becoming the hunted; the ogler becoming the ogled and the peeper becoming the peepee has catapulted what was already the second least credible survey of all time (after my important research into how much tiramisu you can fit into a 6’2” man with an M in his name in a Yorkshire kitchen in December*) into first place in a race of its own.

    4.  The Results Are Skewed.  The discovery of the researcher having sex means that, according to the Mass Observation survey, 12.5% of all people having sex on Blackpool beach during the month of August are Mass Observation researchers.  Now I don’t wish to appear cynical, but if I was say…let me see…in charge of a rather unglamorous unit that generated statistics on everyday life and I was having a recruitment drive to swell the ranks of nerds that I needed to count things, what better way to glamourise it?  Move over rock stars (whatever they are); move over Errol Flynn and Clark Gable; Mass Observation researchers are unabashed rampant sex beasts and brazen cocksmen and not the stammering bespectacled tweed-wearers that you previously supposed them to be.  If you want to have relations with ladies in hats, join the Mass Observation unit and become a statistician.  I’d imagine that brilliantined brown shoe wearers would be queuing round the block to join.  On bicycles, probably.

    5.  The Results Are Confusing.  But Wait!  What if he was having sex alone?  After all, if he’s the voyeuristic chap that suggested going to Blackpool in the first place, that’s entirely probable.  That would make him 14% of all people having sex on Blackpool beach during the month of August!  That would really be something to boast about.  But that raises further questions.  If you’re having sex alone while watching someone else are you having sex alone?  Do you have to count the other person or people?  What if he has some sort of weird fetish and is having sex alone while watching a tram or looking at a picture of Stanley Baldwin?  Would that mean that former Conservative Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin was 12.5% of all people having sex on Blackpool beach in August?  Should you count all of the passengers on the tram?  The computations are mind-boggling.

    6.  It Might Be Illegal.  By and large, Mass Observation researchers were amateur volunteers (and deviants apparently), but the Mass Observation organisation accepted donations and funds from book advances, so it’s not beyond  the realms of possibility that the researchers were being paid to do this and it’s highly likely that they were receiving money for expenses.  This raises another question.  What do you call someone that gets paid when having sex?  That’s right, a prostitute.  So, not only has this researcher royally messed up the statistics (and given me a headache) he’s committed an act of prostitution while he was working at the beach.

    7.  It Gets Worse.  The Mass Observation organisation have – in the act of giving money to a prostitute – become a kerb crawler.    That’s the sort of label that makes the organisation that have produced the least credible survey of all time look – incredibly – less credible than they already seemed (which was not at all).  This survey looks like an excuse for voyeurism, depicts Blackpool in unbelievable terms, skews its own findings by engaging in a sexual act on a beach, raises statistical questions that caused me to consider sex with a tram and the organisation that made it might have sullied their reputation by giving money to a hooker.  If there has been a less credible survey ever made I’d love to see it.

    *The survey’s finding:  Bloody loads.

  • 7 Reasons to buy an Austin Seven

    7 Reasons to buy an Austin Seven

    What’s this?  You’re doubtless thinking.  A 7 Reasons post on a Sunday?  That’s never happened before.  And you’d be right (probably).  But today, history has provided us with one, in the form of an Austin Seven advert from 1933.  And it’s brilliant; I’m so convinced by the arguments contained within it that I want one.  So here, for your entertainment, amusement and personal betterment, is the amazing advert and also a bit of an analysis.

    a period (30s, 1930s, thirties, 1932) car ad (advert, advertisment).  Motoring.

    1.  “It provides the cheapest form of road travel-a penny a mile for four, all in.”  This is astonishing.  If you (or I) were to purchase one of these and operate it as a taxi the profits would be so vast that we’d soon be richer than Croesus.  And conveniently, less dead.  Less than a penny a mile!

    2.  “It is extremely easy to drive, easy to park.”  That’s brilliant.  That will save me spending ten minutes reversing and going forward in a car before saying “fuck it” and abandoning it in the middle of the road.  It will also make it easy to train others to drive it (of which more later).

    3.  “It needs no mechanical knowledge; it is trouble-free.”  It’s an everlasting car that never needs to be tinkered with.  Fantastic.

    4.  “It is good for five, six or even more years of hard use.”  Oh, so it isn’t then.  Still, that’s quite a lot of use.  Especially hard use.  After all, it’s hard for cars to float on the sea, so for it to last five, six or even more years when being used to drive to and from France would be a good performance.

    5.  “It is as fully equipped and finely finished as cars three times its size.”  Superb.  It’s every bit as good as the Austin Twenty-One then.

    6.  “It is free from superfluous weight, being the lightest saloon car made-hence its unburdened power and light running costs.”  Unburdened power:  I like the sound of that and, even if there are costs involved in running the lights, I don’t care.  I’m sold on it.  I want one.

    7.  “It is the only baby car proved by the public for over twelve years.  No other car can give you equal results.”  Wait!  Baby car?  That’s amazing.  I have a baby.  I won’t even have to drive it myself!  I’m going train him to drive (it’s easy to drive, remember) and put him to work as a taxi driver.  Then I can sit back and wait for all of the money to come flooding in.  This is going to be amazing.

    *7 Reasons will return tomorrow, probably in diamond-encrusted form, with gold taps.

  • 7 Reasons it Must Have Been Terrible to Celebrate Your Wedding Anniversary in the 1930s

    7 Reasons it Must Have Been Terrible to Celebrate Your Wedding Anniversary in the 1930s

    In the 1930s it was decided (presumably by purveyors of gifts) that there weren’t enough things associated with anniversaries and a more comprehensive anniversary gift list was created.  Fortunately for contemporary celebrants of anniversaries, since then the list has been modernised.  This is no bad thing as I’ve seen a copy of the original list.  Here are seven reasons that it must have been terrible to celebrate your anniversary in the 1930s.

    1.  Wood.  On the original list, the fifth anniversary is wood.   This is rather fitting for the era because, after five long years of marriage, the celebration of their fifth wedding anniversary may well have been one of the last occasions that a married couple got wood.  Rather mean to remind them of that though.

    2.  Willow/Copper.  The ninth anniversary is a terrifying prospect.  According to the BBC (they who must be believed), after nine years you get the willow/copper anniversary.  The only feasible combination of willow and copper that comes to my mind is a policeman with a cane.  Imagine your surprise and delight when you sit down with your wife and she says, “Happy anniversary darling, here’s a rozzer to beat you with a stick.”  That doesn’t sound like too much fun to me.  Perhaps it was more fun back then.

    3.  Aluminium/Tin.  Times were clearly hard in the ‘30s and though your tenth anniversary present would be an improvement on the previous year’s beating, it wouldn’t be much of one as you’re likely to be presented with something in a tin or in an aluminium can.  This can mean only one thing: food.  But in the 1930s people didn’t have normal food, they had weird food: tins of tongue; tins of luncheon meat; tins of potatoes.  Is being presented with a tin of tongue even any better than being beaten by a policeman?  Well, should you have had your anniversary in the 1930s, you’d be in a great position to judge.

    4.  Ivory.  After fourteen years of wedded bliss – assuming you’d recuperated from your beating by the forces of law and order five years previously and eating your tongue the following year – it was time for the real presents to begin.  For your fourteenth anniversary, you could have expected to receive something without which no home is complete; a bit of an elephant.  Obviously your gift wouldn’t be in the form of a bit of an elephant, it would be a bit of one of those useless lumbering creatures from the other side of the world turned into something far more practical, like a letter-opener or a cruet set.

    5.  China.  For your twentieth anniversary you would have received the best gift of all, after which all other anniversary presents would come as an anticlimax.   For your twentieth anniversary you could expect to receive the nation of China.  Now China back then was war-ravaged and in the economic doldrums, rather than being the titan that it is now, but still, a whole country is an impressive gift.  All anniversaries after the twentieth would be a huge disappointment.

    6.  Pearl/Ivory.  After thirty years, while modern couples are receiving their first diamonds, couples using the traditional anniversary list are in for a rare treat.  They can expect to relive that fondly remembered fourteenth anniversary on which they received a bit of an elephant only now, as if the bit of an elephant weren’t enough of a treat, they can expect it to be augmented by a bit of calcium carbonate that had been stolen from a fish.  Yay!

    7.  Blue Sapphire.  After sixty-five years of marriage, the compilers of the list clearly believe that senility will have kicked in because you’re going to get a sapphire again, but this time it’s going to be a blue one (which will be so much better than the beige one you got for your 45th).  “Look darling”, your husband will bellow into your ear trumpet, “I bought you a blue sapphire…it’s blue!”.  “Well, fancy” you’ll respond, “a blue sapphire.  Well I never!  Are these my feet?”

     

    And now, I have a confession to make: tomorrow is my wedding anniversary (and my wife’s).  I’m not going to tell you which one, but you might be able to guess, as this is what I’ve got her.  Feel free to wish me luck!

    SPAM in a can