Stealing and Positive Role Models…

For The Summer…

Read After Burnout

I cried at the ending of The Song of Bernadette. I just sat and wept my young eyes out whilst my elder sister watched on, somewhat disturbed by my outburst.

When I was a child, such outpourings of emotional excess were embarrassing, especially for a boy. It’s a good job that my father had not returned from work or I would have caused him to sigh with exasperation at the thing that he had fathered, the thing that was called his son. I was highly strung, but not high enough to act as warning to others. From my earliest years, I was constantly practicing my empathy, I could put myself in almost anybody’s shoes and walk around in them.

It was some time back in the dark ages that I started to pray to God. It felt like the normal thing to do. I would have been at school by…

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More Is Less…

This month has seen my adventures take me from an innocent cycle ride to a hospital continuing its functions in the face of Covid 19. Fortunately for my neck of the woods, Covid has pretty poor map-reading skills and a terrible sense of organisation. I wonder if this is the case with all pandemics. Anyway... Continue Reading →

Thoughts On Betrayal…

I watched The Godfather when it was first shown on television in the 1970s. I watched it with my father.  My father was a man who was liked by many people. His standing amongst his peers was peerless. At his funeral, my uncle, Dad's older brother, broke down and sobbed. My sister's sobbed, my mother... Continue Reading →

Another Teacher…

Since lockdown began I have been working in school once a week, looking after the children of key workers, and the most vulnerable or disadvantaged children. This has usually meant a team of three to four staff “looking after” and trying to “teach” a group of 15 to 20 children, aged between three and 11.... Continue Reading →

Fool Proof Path To Success…

Being an individual in a culture that prizes the group over all else is difficult. There have been times when I thought it to be impossible. Even so, I pulled away from the general gravity and tried to free-step into a space where few had gone before. A little Captain Tiberius Kirk, eh? But it... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…37

Her big head appeared before men. Hubble bubble, I was in trouble. I had been caught in the act. The urine was already cooling around me and no longer offered any comfort. Perhaps, I was happy to be chanced upon by these two trolls. “What’s the problem?” The big head boomed. “No problem. I just... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…36

That summer was hot. Its glare let nothing escape. It was an examination, an inspection, and observation. The music ran beneath all that was in the air. The drone of the bombers, matched only by the insistent buzz of their accompaniment, swept overhead. Many below did not hear their arrival. There was the nudge of... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…35

Invading armies have been laying siege to my stronghold for the past decade. It would be six full days since I was admitted to Ward 27. Six full days, the time it took the comic creator to devise a nice little set-up with a planet, stars, and creatures. He would have enjoyed adding time, that... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…34

Out of sync, but so is life…

Read After Burnout

Paralysis comes with dreams. It arrives at the moment when sudden movement is required and needs the reptilian brain to inform it of danger. Being in hospital during those days was like going to a safaris park, getting out of your car and taunting the lions. It should have been easy to climb back into the safety of the driver’s seat, put on the belt, and switch the ignition before pulling away as the muffled screams of others begin to puncture the your sense of safety. I had been delivered to a ward on which the only screams were mine as the jarring of my broken bones rubbed salt into my still fresh wounds. With nothing better to spend my time on, other than the quick-fire response of pain receptors, I listened to the sounds of the ward. If the lions came for me, I would be a static feast.

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Read After Covid…34

Paralysis comes with dreams. It arrives at the moment when sudden movement is required and needs the reptilian brain to inform it of danger. Being in hospital during those days was like going to a safaris park, getting out of your car and taunting the lions. It should have been easy to climb back into... Continue Reading →

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