The Smiths, my Uncle Arthur, Jacques, all jumbled in my head and my writing…after all of that and my ambition, is just creative writing class mess afterall. Alec Guinness does this justice if you want to listen: Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread … Read More

I am such a hypocrite. I have just called two girls puerile for having minds at exactly the level mine is at. I’m doing tactile sculpture with year ten. We’re making things out of modroc but we’re talking about what things feel like and linking it with modern day sculpture so I brought in one … Read More

I entered the room with the rows and rows and rows of desks all in neat lines and columns and my heart leapt into my mouth. The shivering, shaking, heart pounding nerves (much worse than I’d even got when I was at school) broke over me like waves, with cool water seeming to pour down … Read More

‘A Beltane Day, the air quick with may…’ Well, ok it’s not Beltane technically but it felt like it in Chloe’s ritual. Everything was alive and it was spring. The world is full of energy and it dances together in pulsing shimmering colour. Well, I felt better anyway. It was good at the Walpurgisnacht celebrations … Read More

I want out I want out I want out. I wasn’t smart enough for an academic career. I’m not committed enough for a teaching career. All I am is flaky, and I need out of here. I have two observations to get through and a final presentation. I want out. I’m going to crash, I’m … Read More