Cold

Today, I have a cold. Not man flu, just a cold. However, despite slight discomfort, I will write my usual blog. I can't let my adoring fans down.

Another book which made a great impression on me as a young fellow, was Catch 22. It seemed like a quite wonderful piece of writing. Years later, I read it again and it left me cold. It's still a brilliant piece of work but as an adult its appeal had gone.

I recently bumped into a colleague from the last school I worked at. She said that reading this blog she'd expected to see some mention of the school. I will mention it now because I don't think I did previously. It was a school for children who had, for one reason or another, lost their way. Everything I had ever learned as a teacher, suddenly became redundant and I proved to be an absolutely hopeless teacher for these young people.

Luckily, Hobart Books came along and saved me... but not before my reputation had been reduced to tatters.