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  • The Times They Are A Changing

    The death of any soldier causes distress. Distress for loved ones, for comrades and for those that are protected by military action. Yet the individual significance of such an end to a life quickly melts into stone, another name inscribed on a monument by a village green, or becomes another ceramic poppy in a gigantic… Know More

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  • The Professional Pyramid: posturing on paedophilia

    Having spent my working days at every level of education from primary school to PhD supervision, as well as doing five years in intensive residential social work, and finally having spent the latter end of my toils doing research on nationally funded projects, I suppose I feel I have some kind of obligation to tell… Know More

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  • Trolls

    When I was young, trolls used to live under bridges and reach up and grab your ankles and drag you down into their gnashing-toothed depths. A regular song on the wireless ran, “I’m a troll foldy roll…”The symbol of the bridge is significant; a division between two realities, the every day and the otherworldly. Plato… Know More

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  • Trolling

    After last week’s eulogy to the freedom of the Internet and its capacity for anarchy and the puncturing of pomposity (and notwithstanding its propensity for the exposure of lies and tyrannical behaviour of all sorts, its soap box for the disenfranchised, the successful tilting at windmills – for example yesterday’s culmination to the campaign by… Know More

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  • Mashing it up

    In a political world where for centuries the individual had been a statistic, a mere single vote, a consumer of political rhetoric and high street junk, a loyal, unquestioning soldier, a cupcake on a table laden with gastronomic desserts scoffed by the multinationals, the banks, the church, the royal family, the landed classes, the judicial… Know More

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  • History Homework

    Having tried a story in seven tweets once, I quite liked the challenge. So here’s another for your delectation and delight. 1 The Captain was finishing a coloured picture of a new species of fly. His ship rocked gently under a hot sun. 2 As he added the last brush stroke there was a little… Know More

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  • A Tale in 7 Tweets

    I was struck by the notion of David Mitchell’s (not the comedian) attempt to create a seven tweet story. Each tweet the usual 140 characters or less, including spaces. Below is my own foray into the form, the Twitter version of a haiku-like constraint. 1. ‘Rainin’ in my heart’: The song bounced off the bone… Know More

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  • Unkind cutting

    I haven’t written a blog for some time and with this one I am breaking my flow of childhood reminiscences. I was talking on Skype to my son in Japan. I said that once you hit seventy you have a prevailing picture of the Grim Reaper, scythe glittering in the sunshine, walking down a long… Know More

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  • I am a Camera

    I was an advisor to the British Board of Film Classification for ten years, bridging the twentieth and twenty first centuries, a member of a lay panel that debated public concerns regarding children’s viewing habits, trying to establish guidelines that might help parents. Everyone’s life has threads that only become apparent in retrospect. This one… Know More

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  • The Day Trip

    ‘Oh where are we going,’ asked the children, staring wide-eyed at the driver.‘Far, far away,’ came his wicked-smiling response.‘Will there be sweeties?’ They asked as one.‘Everything you always wanted. Just settle down and don’t ask questions.’ With that he turned to the steering wheel and the doors closed with a metallic clang. The vehicle grunted… Know More

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