Growing up on a council estate can be tough, especially if you feel different (and everybody feels different). I remember walking through the alley way to my local secondary. I was wearing my mother’s long black dress, with black jeans... Continue Reading →
"I am human and I need to be loved..." The Smiths I did a Twitter poll last week which asked how many teachers/ leaders had suffered personal attacks on their decisions, character or ability via Facebook. I got 52 replies... Continue Reading →
At times twitter feels like some demonic binary beast. An imaginary world full of traffic flow, night and day, as phantoms pass by catching the odd glance or, every now and then, stopping to take a longer look. As in... Continue Reading →
Old Primary Head 