The BlogA diary of me - plus my musings on life the universe and everything. It's like a teenagers bedroom. A cluttered mess.
Bees I’ve always liked bees. I mean, who doesn’t? Okay, I got stung on the arm by one once aged about nine, but that was because I had the squashed the poor little beggar tripping over my own feet on a football pitch. Even poor little worker bees in 1987 knew I was...read more
Bucket lists are great things. That's the cue for my Mother to go into a blind panic worrying that I've got bad news I'm not telling her. Don't worry Mum, all is fine! But I do have a bucket list. I know you're not really supposed to call them that unless you've had a...read more
It's been a long time. Too long. I've not been sitting on my hands though - I absolutely triple promise you with a massive cherry (a tasty cherry at that) on top. It may have been a full ten months since I last 'blogged' but that's mostly because I've been a busy...read more
In early 1995, about 2 months into the first year of my A levels, my French teacher took me to one side and gave me a piece of honest advice. "Paul, you suck at this. Your speaking & listening is ok, but your grammar and understanding of tenses is awful. You need to...read more
On Friday I had another eureka moment. Not an earth shattering one I'll admit, but certainly enough to cause a minor tremor in Wigan, which is where I happened to be at the time. We were working through yet another SPAG exercise with Year 6 - looking at semi-colons,...read more
pedagogy ˈpɛdəɡɒdʒi,ˈpɛdəɡɒɡi/ noun: pedagogy; plural noun: pedagogies the method and practice of teaching, especially as an academic subject or theoretical concept. I'm only 38 (39 next week, don't forget to make me a card kids) but my PGCE year seems like so many...read more