Gout And About Tours…


“That’s gout,” she said with a finality that was pretty final.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s not gout,” I responded weakly (rather than fortnightly). “I’m not rich or privileged enough to have gout. I don’t even drink port.”

I knew where this was going. She looked at me through Grand-Master eyes.

“They say that research has revealed that red wine is very bad for skin conditions.”

My petard was hoisted.

“You’re not putting that in you blog are you?”

I did not reply. She waited, but didn’t reply longer.

“The green bin needs to go out, anyway.”Β 


The words Pyrrhic and Victory danced around my head…Β 

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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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