If You Post It, They Will Come…


The self same voice spoke to me a while ago. I listened. My wife suffered.

I was to be a writer. My blog was my field of dreams. I could smell the grass. Hear the knock of leather on timber. Watch my success going sailing over the outfield and into the corn.

“Can’t you see those ghosts?”

“All I can see is a very muddy field and a man who will go broke before his game is done.”


I still did it. 

I will always do it. 

If I am born again a billion times, I will do it. 


All work and no play….?

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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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