The Last Stand

Second to last stand.

Read After Burnout

custers-last-standAt what point did he (General Custer) realise that he had played one gig too many?

Those Rock ‘n Roll days were about to be over.

Originally from West Yorkshire, I was brought up on a regular diet of Cowboys and Indians. Cowboys were the goodies and Indians were the not-so goodies. In later life I discovered otherwise. The small tableau above shows selfless heroism in the face of overwhelming odds. What it didn’t show was the years of brutality towards an indigenous people and the self-serving, deluding arrogance of a man who thought he was beyond death’s reach.

We all have our bad days, but it’s nothing to lose one’s hair over.

Well actually, no.

Yesterday found me in enemy territory again. I was in the school that sounded like it ought to be my uncle, but wasn’t, and I was starting to get reports that a whole nation…

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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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