Tag: Travel

  • Google the Meaning of Life?

    I seem to have drunk this week away. Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Today water. The academic year has come to an end and my role has expired. My students will be graduating as i type. Possibly my one chance to ponce around in academic robes representing the programme i have delivered, but with this hangover? I acknowledge the student…

  • Baaaaaaaa

    April 2004 Caravans are synonymous with motorways. The sun i think is trying to break through the cloud, as we,  John, Miss Nolen and myself drive through North Yorkshire.Them being directly in front followed by many miles of correctly measured tarmac leading to Liverpool, city of culture 2004. My first visit. Little lambs in fields. Fog, lambs…

  • Lymphatic Filariasis – Blogging About My Balls!

    During my packathon yesterday i came across an old diary from 2006. Words written in England following time in India…. ” I am having difficulty writing due to the plastic  bands around my wrist, however i am desperate to get something down on paper and start a new book. Another story for my growing collection. Guess…

  • Question

    In some moments i can be so exited, but others really petrified. Some feel as if i am making a massive mistake, but others feel like a wonderful opportunity provided by a series of thoughts based on my past experiences. Memories? Some days i think i will struggle to return to that place of co-existing with the sun and…

  • Two Months to Go….

    The weekends previous to this one have been very social affairs. A wedding in Whitby, my degree students end of year exhibition and bbq’s with friends in our courtyard. This weekend i find myself quiet and rested, packing up the drawers of the sideboard and deconstructing our hilariously gay collection of books and putting them into cardboard. The more empty the flat becomes the…

  • Friday 24th June 2011

    Another hectic day at work. Todays hours were filled with speaking to a school full of teenagers about enrichment programmes available to them when they hit sixth form. Not something i wanted to partake in, but felt obliged due to my current situation being a slave to a corporation in good old England; in a town…