To Boldly Go…

This time without hair,
To Baldy Go!

Read After Burnout


I have ceased to be bold. My shell cracked a long time ago and it’s not a laughing matter. I managed to avoid “Yoke” just to save the groans. So the modern world greets me  as Mother Nature intended, not exactly naked, but without armour.

I was boldly going, or going boldly, depending upon your preference or adherence to the ever-changing rules of grammar. But few others cared to go where I was going. Let me set the record straight, it was not Wales as that is to be concluded sometime in the future. But, future is a clue. I was travelling in time again.

James Tiberius Kirk, you have never been to Scarborough!

Old Kirky Boy had done an awful lot of trekking as was evidenced by his weekly outings in the 1960s. He went to planets where the well-proportioned female aliens were green, blue, red, purple…the list is…

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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