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A Plague So Nice I Caught It Twice!
Do you know how frustrating it is to be fully aware of a car crash coming which you have no capacity to stop…
Back To The Theatre
Other than an outdoor performance by the RSC last summer I haven’t been to a theatre and sat in an audience to see people perform since the pandemic started…
Obligatory 2020 Year In Review Post
“despite 2020 being the obvious poster child for an awful year, I don’t look back on it as the worst year ever. 2010 already wins that honour for me. The year my dad died unexpectedly and I became a teacher at the price of all my freedom. Or maybe 2012, the year my mom got her terminal cancer diagnosis? Or 2013, the year that she finally died? There have been worse years on a personal level and even on a global level”
COVID 19 - What I Didn’t Want for Christmas
“We are a cowardly profession that hides behind a misplaced sense of duty and, as a result, normalised dangerous behaviours across the country which have led us into this mess. “Just following orders” is never a good enough excuse. The government should be held accountable, yes, but more so the school leaders and unions who let them get away with it.”
Forced Alienation: On Being Swept Under The Rug
“I was asked by a colleague on Friday if everything was alright? They hadn’t seen me much around the school, and when they did, I didn’t seem my usual self. They said I seemed to be on my own a lot. Quiet. Not talkative. I looked like something was wrong.”
Observations From The Front
“It has been a week now since being thrust back into a busy school full of nearly a thousand people after six months of living safely and solitarily in lockdown. Here are some observations from the frontline of Covid 19, in one of the UK’s worst areas for infection, Birmingham, just days before we return to a stricter, nationally imposed, lockdown…”
To Bury Me Alive Again
“I am not merely returning to work tomorrow, I and all other teachers across the country are returning to be pawns in a political stunt that will put much of the country at great risk under the propagandist illusion of a moral imperative to get children back in school.”
Scene Through A Windscreen
“In March, for a few weeks, we saw a glimpse of our potential. That glimpse scared those in charge, and they are desperate to get things back to the way they were so we don’t get any funny ideas about restructuring our lives to be more focused on people instead of profits.”
The Fading Illusions of a Former World
“these last five months has allowed some of those illusions to fall apart when juxtaposed against the big new question: but is it worth risking Covid for?”
Getting a Tattoo in the Time of Covid
“So why the tattoo? Why go to a place in close quarters with other people (albeit masked and visored) and let them cut you open, giving yourself an open wound and adding the possibility of other infection to the list of pre-existing risks in your life and risk Covid in the process? Honestly, the answer is a fuck it sense of fatalism brought about by the disregard to my, and all other teacher and students’, health and safety shown by the government.“
Rethinking Kindness
“Kindness in punk didn’t mean smiles and flowers. It wasn’t instagram-vapid and hashtag-ready, it was rough around the edges and sullen. It swore, it was prickly, but its heart was big and definitely in the right place. The song might yell “fuck you” and the fighting in the mosh pit might seem aggressive, but if you needed someone to help you out when the world had turned its back, there was no better place.”
I Was Lost But Now I Am Found
“There are few positive things we can say about Covid 19, but if there is any silver lining to this ever-blackening cloud it is that the world being forced to stop for a few months gave everyone who was able to take advantage of it the opportunity to reflect.”
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