Me escaping from Hell/Hel - disguised as Frank Sinatra in Von Ryan's Express.
No really. This really is about the day I really went to Hell and back. Literally. (And I use that term advisedly.)*
I’ve mentioned Hell before, but I’m only telling you about this at the request of the Loose Bloggers Consortium (you can find their links if you scroll down the right hand side column), who are focussing on travel troubles.
And I think getting kicked out of Hell qualifies. In fact, Hell couldn’t hold me.* *
Going there in the first place seemed like such a good idea at the time. Unique destination. Bit quirky. Warm, though not quite as warm as we’ve all been led to believe Continue reading
Who has been the most influential person in your life outside your family? Probably a teacher. Whether you tend towards the Pink Floyd attitude or the opposite Abba extreme, teachers have been there opening doors, moulding, revealing and empowering – or in some cases, failing to do so and missing opportunities. Luckily for me, mine have mostly been in the first camp.
But I have encountered some dodgy ones. The problem with teachers is - it’s not always immediately clear who is a good ‘un and who who is a bad ‘un – because it’s not about niceness. I’ve been telling tales about what happened inside classroom over at the prestigious (how I love using that word), thought-provoking and entertaining Lessons from Teachers and Twits blog. Ahem, no prizes for guessing which category I belong in. The answer of course is – both, on occasion.
Teachers and Twits is run by RasJ in the picture. I can’t imagine anyone skipping her class. (Hope I don’t pull standards down too far.) Anyway – you’re welcome to have a look and issue me with suspension, expulsion or a gold star over at Teachers and Twits. And you’re also welcome to share your own teaching or being taught stories back here.
Oi! Pay attention at the back there! It’s your own Continue reading
It’s true. Lady Di is significantly worse than Stalin.
This may seem perverse – especially after what I said about Uncle Joe last time around. But last night was a revelation.
He may be a contender for the title of world’s worst butcher, but just to be clear – when it comes to a choice between Stalin, Lady Di and something like a peasant – Stalin is by far the preferred option, with Lady Di in second place.
As for third place – that’s just
unthinkable undrinkable Continue reading