Wake Up, Donnie…

Shakespeare had it as the Wheel of Fortune, a tragic cycle that was destined to fulfil its revolution until the world was right again. Something is now rotten in the world. Can't you smell it? Perhaps our senses modify themselves when the odour gets too strong. Our eyes adjust to the new darkness and block... Continue Reading →

The Power Of Knowing

Way back in the day when the gatekeepers kept the gates closed to so many of us, allowing only a privileged few through the hallowed portals, knowledge was certainly power. Exams started with the Eleven-Plus and funnelled the sections of the school population into three distinct areas: Grammar; Technical; and Secondary Modern educational models. From... Continue Reading →

Touching The Past

I was time-travelling again. I do this during those moments of wakefulness when everyone else in the house is sleeping. I don't know what brings it on, but my mind just wanders into the darkened passages that lead to all of that which was once a part of me. There's nothing incredibly 'thinky' about my... Continue Reading →

Stick It Up Your Scrolls, Son.

My Confession Upon Leaving Teaching I do not love and have never loved my students. I like them, most of the time, but love is for loved ones. I also think that love is a little dangerous in modern day teaching.I do not always know who is in front of me in my classroom. Sometimes... Continue Reading →

Blessed Are The Cheesemakers.

Or Dairy Producers In General. I have been saying my prayers religiously and indifferently for fifty out of my fifty five years. It has become a sort of mantra with the words and sentiments having suffused into each other a long time ago. The Lord’s Prayer features prominently as do prayers for the persecuted and... Continue Reading →

Wake Up And Shake Up

Racing towards the end. The sun is out and the long night has ended. In truth, the last episode of the Game of Thrones (GoT to newbies) has concluded itself with a somewhat Pythonesque ending. "Eh, f*** it, let's have a party," the writers and producers could have paraphrased. So, those who were left standing... Continue Reading →

He’s Crazy Like A Fool

The day of the lune has arrived and I am waiting with baited breath for my musical greeting. When I open the door of Mr Candy's vehicle, what time-travelling treat will be waiting? I dreamt that it would be Boney M. That Mr Candy is just crazy like a fool. Forget the faux musical cool... Continue Reading →

Dead Again. Extract

From The Piper Book 3 Night had fallen by the time anything moved in the hearse. The hand of freezing darkness fell upon the boy as he blinked himself back to waking. The first thing that he felt was the immense pain exploding along the landscape of his head. His blood that had now frozen.... Continue Reading →

7.03 am and counting…

So, here I am. I have limited time to my tea to drink and pick up my car sharer. I have no Barry Manilow collection so I'm stuck for in-car-entertainment. Perhaps I should just resign myself to another story of The Hundred. Sounds all Greek doesn't it? It's a walk that he does every year,... Continue Reading →

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