I got a feeling inside of me It's kind of strange like a stormy sea The Damned - New Rose It is easy to get caught up in educations negative narrative net. I sometimes look to the left and I... Continue Reading →
Over the past few years I have been lucky enough to go to some excellent conferences. These have mainly been in the north; Birmingham, Leeds and Manchester and I have felt for some time that these fantastic events would be... Continue Reading →
Prof: You know that song, "dur, dur-dur, dur-dur-dur, dur-dur-dur-dur"... that's your favourite, that is. That's your favourite no 1 song of all time. Oh, you've had a haircut. HAIRCUT! HAIRCUT! Lewis: See that Theo Kojak? That's you, that is. Prof:... Continue Reading →
This is England. This is England, where you can be a villain or a victim. Kano No-one wants to be part of a historical inquiry in to child abuse. As important as it is now to ensure voices are heard; we should... Continue Reading →
I was a little surprised but also honoured to be a panel member alongside @nancygedge, @JulesDaulby, @oldandrewuk and @maximisingTAs at this years #educationfest. As much fun as it was the debate left me thinking about the issues more. The theme... Continue Reading →
This is a slight guilt trip. I have read through my past blogs and thought, 'Come on! You love this job, so why the frown?' It is easy to moan right now. Really easy. I have many blogs swimming around... Continue Reading →
"Why is it surprising that scientists might have long hair and wear cowboy boots? In fields like neuroscience, where the events you are recording are so minute, I suspect scientists cultivate a boring, reliable image. A scientist with a reputation... Continue Reading →
Why does there seem to be so many teachers who feel that a child’s behaviour should not be (or they wish was not) their responsibility? Just asking this question makes me think I’ll be hauled out and dragged through the... Continue Reading →
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 →
Old Primary Head 