The name's Argent. Jack Argent. Liscenced to Rant.

Hi everyone!
Coldplay's new EP came out today, and I can't wait to get my hands on it, although it'll probably be after Christmas till I do. I haven't heard much of the new material, but the lyricised version of Life In Technicolour was on the radio the other day - Fantastic! They've taken an already great instrumental and put some brilliant lyrics to it. Let's hope the rest of Prospekt's March is a similar kind of stuff! In other news, I bring before you two, yes TWO rants today. I'm not usually the ranting type, but these have been really bugging me lately. So in Yivvits' absence, allow me to waffle about the little things which annoy me.
OK, the first rant is about school. Lately our Head of Sixth Form has been driving home the point that good attendance is vital. I know that not many people have been turning up to assemblies or PSHE, and because of this he's getting annoyed. But recently, I've noticed the fault is not with the pupils, but the teachers. Only today, my English AND French teachers were away. Tomorrow my Spanish teacher is off on a course, last week I had NO French lessons due to the staff being away at various places. On Friday, my English teacher was absent for the third time in two weeks. How can they criticise our attendance and then not bother to turn up themselves? I understand they do have some important courses and stuff, but surely their priorities lie with the actual teaching. That's why they're called teachers, rather than "course-devotees". In the lower school it wasn't as noticable because they got supplies in, but in 6th form they just abandon you and expect you to get on with writing an essay or somesuch without any human guidance, and it's visibly discouraging many of my colleagues from pursuing their chosen subjects. If any teachers read this (not likely), sort it out, please.
Right, that's one out the way. the serious one. Now for something a bit further from home. I was watching Casino Royale again the other day, and an old thought returned to bug me: In the scene with the petrol truck, how does it not explode?? It must drive through half a dozen 'obstacles' of various types, HIGHLY DANGEROUS objects, may I add, without so much as a scratch. It even drives clean through an exploding bus without detonating itself, all the while streams of oil gushing from its side. I mean, come on. Even if the tanker didn't explode instantaneously, the oil would surely have caught alight from the debris left in Bond's wake. And chemistry aside, rule No 1 of film drama says that, if you have any kind of oil container, it HAS to explode. OK, so maybe they were trying to be different, but it doesn't do it for me. Don't get me wrong, it was an awesome scene, one of the films best in my opinion, but it would have been all the better if the petrol actually set alight. Sorry to break it to you, Mr Bond: You can jump from cranes, but you can't defy the laws of physics.
Anyway, glad that's out of my system at last. Not quite sure what else to talk about here, so I'll wrap up for this evening. See you all, same place, same time, tomorrow...

Jack