Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died… Everybody Knows, Leonard Cohen I feel we have reached a kairotic point in education and the wellbeing of its workforce. Kairotic is Greek for a defining moment,... 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 →
"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 →
Headship often reminds me of the text adventure games of the 80's and early 90's. Games like Zork and The Hobbit which had real character and charm but often left you with a sense that it was only through trial... Continue Reading →
It was my 'Old Nemesis' on New Years Eve who said I needed to follow my heart. All my other blogs were, and I quote, "Synthetic Pap" according to @theprimaryhead but when I blogged about SEND I started to sound... Continue Reading →
I went and did it! OPH... I now refer to myself as an acronym. What a conceited thing to do. Well, seeing as these nurture posts are all about 'the ME' I thought I'd go and do it. If you... Continue Reading →
It was the staff Christmas meal last night…As I rolled in to bed and my small chain crashed out of my pockets on to the floor rolling around the room, waking up my sleeping wife, I realised I was far... Continue Reading →
Old Primary Head 