Category Archives: musings

May 31

Sunday Earworm

My earworm is singing. It’s a bizarre Les Mis/Pink Floyd mash. Do you hear the people so ya think ya would like to be the son I might have had, if God had given me another brick in the wall I think my earworm needs help.

May 26

In a Time of Colossal..

My alter ego has been having a twitter conversation with a friend over the fallout from that press briefing and the one that followed yesterday. Eventually conversation turned to a discussion of leadership and elections. Wanting to avoid the usual suspects – Lloyd George and Churchill – I proffered Gladstone and Disraeli; Attlee and Salisbury, […]

Just When You Think The Apocalypse Can’t Get Any Stranger…

Dawn comes early. I sit here at 4am listening to the cuckoo heralding the start of a brand new day and I wonder what it will bring. Before I go any further, this is not a post about the rights and wrongs surrounding Dominic Cummings. It is a post reflecting on the reaction to a […]

An Unhelpful Wednesday Day

Ever had a day when try your best, the technology both human and machine deserts you? Today in the Apocalypse that happened. Not in the big ways but in small accumulations that cause groans of despair rather outright temper tantrums. Slow Internet began the day, or rather it ended the night before. I had a […]

An Unhelpful Wednesday Day

Ever had a day when try your best, the technology both human and machine deserts you? Today in the Apocalypse that happened. Not in the big ways but in small accumulations that cause groans of despair rather outright temper tantrums. Slow Internet began the day, or rather it ended the night before. I had a […]

A Frustratingly Ranty Day

Technology is a wonderful thing… Assuming it works. If/when it doesn’t… When I started teaching technology was an overhead projector and whiteboard and a photocopier; replacements to the outmoded chalk board and bander machine of my youth. Now we have computers, interactive screens, and all manner of technology. All of which require that voodoo called […]

Letter to my Earworm

Dear earworm Dont get me wrong, I love Pink Floyd but in the current climate do you really think “and the worms ate in to his brain” A suitable line for lockdown Love Me xx