A writer is a professional spinner of lies. His job: to lay out the truth on a bed of magnificent lies so it is visible… »
Accidental Academics
By Barry’s beard!
And the student said, bold as a first-year: “You don’t know what you are talking about, Chindu. I have done my A-levels. And that’s not what they taught… »
They ain’t getting me to buy books!
I think the most interesting part of an academic year is the first couple of weeks. I love the buzz it brings. Suddenly the corridors are not empty, the forecourt is not deserted, the library is populated, the cafeterias are open, and my colleagues are back from Spain (and China). There’s talk, activity, excitement…. »
Punctuate the mother!
IF I were a mother, and English, I would be ashamed of most of my children. Honestly, when will they ever learn it is Mother’s Day and not Mothers Day?
Everywhere I go I see special offer signs. The butcher, the pub-owner, the postman, the mechanic, the gas man, the garbage man, everyone’s got a deal… »
Hook me, I am available
Amazing what happens when you throw a crusty old subject at a bunch of young minds and ask them to write. I did that a few times in the last two years and came away… »
Bugger, I got the blog bug!
I am sick, and terribly-terribly infectious: I give people the ‘blog… »
Because there’s no escape
Why, oh why, my web-shy friends ask me, do I try to bully them into the blogosphere? Why do I insist on talking blogs at the drop of my non-existent… »
Blog. Now. Or I shoot
The way I see it, if my young friends need a gun to their heads before they introduce themselves to the wonderful life out there, so be it. I will hold that gun…. »