Arts
Reading – A Love Story: The Staff 1977-1982
In my last piece I realised there was so much material about my high school days that it couldn’t possibly fit into one article. This is not about reading but the staff at my high [more…]
School
Arts
Reading – A Love Story: I Won’t Back Down 1975-76
Emigrating to Australia was a very big deal indeed. I hadn’t been further than places like Land’s End, Pembroke and New Brighton – certainly not out of the UK. The last few weeks were a [more…]
Arts
Reading – A Love Story: Into the Great Wide Open 1977-1982
I started high school in early 1977. A very different place. You went from being a 12 year old at the top of the food chain to some insignificant squit. There were people with pubic [more…]
Arts
Reading – A Love Story: Learning to Fly Part 3 1973-75
In my final year of infants school the new Middle School was being built just across the playing field. We all watched the construction taking place knowing that this would be our destination after the [more…]
Arts
Reading – A Love Story: Learning to Fly 1970-73 Part 2
After the first few months of getting to grips with the reading at a low level the classroom books on offer while reasonably entertaining were not really enough for me and so I turned to [more…]
Arts
Reading – A Love Story: Learning to Fly 1970-71 Part 1
One of the most endearing traits of Western society is what we do in our spare time. The variety is enormous ( I’ll write more about this in future) – some are individual and some [more…]
Education
The Party’s Over, It’s Time to Call It a Day
When I handed in my resignation/retirement letter to the Head Teacher, Mrs Easthope, she agreed to move the usual end of term assembly from the morning to the afternoon. I wanted to give this speech, [more…]
Education
The Party’s Over, It’s Time to Call It a Day
By March 2020 I’d been doing the job for over 9 yrs. We’d all seen the videos coming out of China, people falling down dead in the street, the welding of tower block doors and [more…]
Education
The Party’s Over, It’s Time to Call it a Day
There are many reasons why I took on the job as caretaker. The school is just across the road, the pay is reasonable for the hours worked, I am, technically, my own boss and I [more…]