The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Tag Archives: School
My Decades – The Sixties. Nursery
In this occasional series I will mine a few memories which may eventually end up as a sort of dodgy memoir. I stumbled into the 1960s aged 3 and a few beats. Here I explore my nursery schooling and getting … Continue reading
Play It For Laughs, Part 2 #jeanpaulsartre
In part one, yesterday, I explained how I’d been awarded the part of Hoederer in Les Mains Sales, a 1948 Sartre play that explores questions of principle versus realpolitik, compromise versus conviction, there being no prizes for being before your … Continue reading
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Tagged humour, jean-paul sartre, les mains sales, play, School
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Skool Teekchers Wot Ay Haf Noan: part three – Maple Road Primary
My teachers at Primary school were a mixed bunch. I’ve described the first three over the last couple of days. Today we will end with Miss Hazel, the psychopathic and the one man, Mr Hole, the avuncular. Miss Hazel was … Continue reading
Skool Teekchers Wot Ay Haf Noan: part two – Maple Road Primary
My teachers at Primary school were a mixed bunch. I’ve described the first two that I recall yesterday. Mrs Pritchard, the starched and Mrs Taylor the philosophical. Today we will move on to Mrs Greening, the serene. Mrs Greening caused … Continue reading
Skool Teekchers Wot Ay Haf Noan: part one – Maple Road Primary
I have been taught by the timid, the tremendous, the tired and the terrible – quite a few of the latter in truth. The best weren’t necessarily either good teachers or knew their subject but they had character – some … Continue reading
France; It’s Part In My Downfall #memories #frenchlessons
all images are from my first time in France during a summer trip, 1976 with three friends Today’s headline is about the possibility that the Royal Navy will be empowered to board French fishing boats who stray into British territorial … Continue reading
Music And Movement
Children are always on the move. Fidgety was one description for me, back in the day. Today I read a delightful post about how small children love to latch onto music and just move, just dance. Jennie Fitzkee of A … Continue reading
Two Wheels On My Wagon…
Remember that lyric? Ok so this isn’t about wagons, or Cherokees or anything like. But there is a theme here. In the song, the poor sods keep on going in spite of the fact they’re reduced to two wheels and … Continue reading
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Tagged accidents, cycling, home, humour, School, times past
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Scribbling
These days my handwriting would be best described… and not actually experienced. It is cursive only in the sense that it engenders in the reader an overwhelming and uncontrollable urge to curse. It wasn’t always thus… Who am I kidding? … Continue reading
Skool Teekchers Wot Ay Haf Noan: part three – Maple Road Primary
My teachers at Primary school were a mixed bunch. I’ve described the first two that I recall here. The third, Mrs Greening, was revealed here. Today we will end with Miss Hazel the psychopathic and the one man, Mr Hole the … Continue reading
Posted in humour, memories, miscellany, School
Tagged Maple Road, Miss Hazel, Mr Hole, School
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