Wearing a university sweatshirt, and other ways to announce you’re not as smart as you think you are

WANT to brag about your intelligence while showing actual smart people your true idiocy? Try one of these failsafe ways:

Wear university branded clothing

Wearing an outfit with your alma mater’s logo emblazoned on it may seem like a slick way to mark yourself out as smart, but everyone goes to university now, and managing to turn up to two lectures a week isn’t much of an achievement. Especially when the lectures were at the University of Bolton.

Talk about your IQ

The only people who think about their IQ are unimaginative pedants who haven’t moved on very far from the Buzzfeed quizzes they did as teenagers. Potential employers don’t care if you scored 132 in the test, they’ll be more interested in whether you’re an insufferable prick who’ll be a nightmare to work with. Which you are.

Read the Financial Times

Flapping your huge, rustling broadsheet around on the train may make you feel superior to everyone else playing games on their phone, but the joke’s on you as you haven’t got a clue about stocks and shares and it’s incredibly boring. You’ll be desperate to get stuck into Candy Crush Saga like the other, less pretentious commuters.

Debate strangers online

You may think you have some fascinating opinions and important points to make, but getting into an argument online is actually the height of stupidity. Nobody has ever had their mind changed by an annoying stranger on the internet, and you certainly aren’t going to be the first to achieve it.

Join Mensa

While a community of geniuses sounds theoretically fascinating and impressive, the reality of it is desperately dull as it’s full of boring people who would rather join a nerdy little society than go down the pub. Talking about lofty ideas with fellow masterminds may be clever in the traditional sense of the word, but to normal people you’ll just seem like a massive idiot.

Mum much prefers her imaginary children

A MUM with a vivid imagination has invested so much time in her fantasy offspring that she now prefers them to her real ones.

Emma Bradford loves her children, but has found she is far happier spending time with the make-believe versions of them she has created in her head.

Bradford said: “I don’t wish to boast but my imaginary family are good-looking academic achievers who approach life with humility, dignity, and a profound respect for everything, especially their mother.

“They’re thoughtful, kind, polite, athletic, talented and intelligent, and also have a strange obsession with emptying the dishwasher. Basically like an updated version of the von Trapp children, but without all that annoying singing.

“Compared with them, the actual rabble I gave birth to just don’t compare. They only notice me when they want feeding, otherwise they’re glued to their devices sending memes to each other on the sofa.

“Sadly my imaginary children are growing up fast, and it won’t be long before they leave home to become doctors, lawyers and world-class tennis players, while still finding time to come home for Sunday dinner every week and call every day.

“But at least it will give me time to get started on my new imaginary husband. The real one called me an ‘unhinged fantasist’ and left a couple of years ago.”