The Birds, The Bees, And The Bee Gees (and me)…(and my wife and youngest daughter)…

Incidentally, a relative of ours once had such a vivid dream about my wife having an affair with said Saturday Night Feverist. The dream was so convincing that he actually believed that it had taken place. It must be explained that he was high on post-operatonal drugs and wasn’t thinking straight; Travolta lives on the west coast of America and not in Northern England.

Read After Burnout


 The Bee Gees

We were returning home from Manchester Airport yesterday morning. It was raining. It was foggy. It was Greater Manchester followed by West Yorkshire; it was raining and cold, wet and bleak, dark and empty satanic mills, green and damp sheep-studded fields and hills. 


“I wouldn’t want to be a sheep here,” our youngest said.

“I wouldn’t want to live here,” the wife added.

“Some people would,” I added some more.

“Nobody would,” my wife countered.

“Some people would,” I replied.

“Look, nobody would,” she threw back. It was a warning that I ignored.

“Some people would.”

“Are you trying to get me angry?

She ought to have said ‘get my goat’ because that would have added to the wordplay – she didn’t.

“I was just saying that some people, perhaps like me, probably would.”

It was weak and meagre, but I was withdrawing from conflict, veritably…

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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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