Adventures in Everyday Madness Continuing
If my room offered a covering of darkness, the corridor was a block of it. As had become the norm, there were no comforting snores or reassuring farts, no mumbled half-remembered lines from the subconscious of sleeping minds. There was just the certainty of the silence which had probably always been there, plus the drumming... Continue Reading →
Just how far does one have to travel up one’s own arse before you forget that there is a world out there? It’s a question that has perplexed scholars and philosophers for thousands of years. Yet, should it be of any real concern to any of us who choose to live in the anal address? ... Continue Reading →
The important thing about comets is that they chase away the futility of anxiety. My own dark clouds had spent a week over me but had been blown away when I returned to teach the very Year 9 group that precipitated their arrival. I planned a fuck-it lesson which involved reading. There are certain stories... Continue Reading →
So, after becoming a benign cast member of The Walking Dead, I was a happy soul if one considers happiness to be born out of indifference. Actually, that’s not fully correct. One could never be carefree or indifferent if one lived opposite a neighbour whose right wing views, privileged past, and belief in men having... Continue Reading →
Since thinking about the theory, there has been no smell of roast lamb in the morning. Whatever was the cause of the original smell had probably got a ‘wiff’ of what I was intending to do. Getting up from sleep was no longer an operation in subterfuge. Subterfuge: Deceit used in order to get one’s goals;... Continue Reading →
I have to think carefully about these episodes. One thing I have realised since ‘taking up the pen’ is that it is a mighty weapon, if there is anyone left to fight. The first few weeks of the pandemic were good. All the staff in school were smiling more than ever before and these smiles... Continue Reading →
The school stood before me, the figure at the window had disappeared and the hawk flying overhead, in circles, seemed to have found somewhere else to draw patterns around. The dead oak, that had once knocked at my bedroom window, was now out of sight and mind. I had crossed the circular lawn that greeted... Continue Reading →
I had never thought about flying. I had thought about the goshawk which could fly, and catch, and rip, and devour, but I had never thought about flying. Flying meant power and control. Flying was to be like the goshawk, looking down on a world that was defenceless to your scrutiny, and willing to give... Continue Reading →
I haven't done a post like this for a while. They normally arrive when shit does. Shit is the stuff we have to wade through until we get to the end of it. The last ten years have been shit-filled, but I thought that I had gotten to the end of it - I had... Continue Reading →
I'm currently in the mood for a few writing competitions as I think this is a way of sharpening up my act and getting the pitch/summary stuff together. So far, two have gone off into the ether and a third is in the offing. I did, however, notice another competition that was interesting but probably... Continue Reading →
Read After Burnout 