My son’s first reaction on hearing there was going to be an election was “You don’t like elections do you Mum? You never win” And it’s true. He’s only 8 and the past 2 years have seen an obscenely swift succession of disappointing results. The day after the Brexit result we had a family outing … Continue reading Won’t someone think of the children – the election orphans.
Grammar Schools: Life at the coal face
Theresa May is considering bringing back Grammar Schools - that darling education panacea of the right. For some of us, they never went away, and this Saturday my precious first born sits his 11+. If you thought I was anxious about Son2's Year 2 SATS, brace yourself.
Brexit: a game for a rich young boy to play
Whatever your views, we are where we are because of a rich young boy. And not just one, lots of them. All young boys with points to prove, not about the world, but about themselves.
Dad, Brexit and an end to fear
I’ll be the first to admit that my blog posts are patchy. I often have several, half written, which never get finished. Today, however, gives me an excuse to merge 3 half written posts into one, and I like to see that sort of thing as a sign of something. This week has been one … Continue reading Dad, Brexit and an end to fear
Ched Evans: A criminal who could once kick a ball.
It was a rainy night in Soho. I was a 19 year old student and, separated from my friends, found myself alone in Piccadilly Circus at 2am. I had been drinking quite a bit and had not taken a coat. I had only just moved into my new student house and, although armed with my … Continue reading Ched Evans: A criminal who could once kick a ball.
Clarkson, go home
Dear Jeremy, or may I call you Jezza You and I actually have a lot in common. Apart from the fact that my husband quite likes both of us (actually possibly you more than me), we both come from relatively small towns. We both had working class parents who worked hard and did quite well … Continue reading Clarkson, go home
We Need To Talk About Nigella
Nigella and I go back a long way. By way of explanation, my Dad bore a striking resemblance to Nigel Lawson and my Mum decided that Nigella, back when she wasn’t that famous, was a good role model for me. She used to ring me at University to tell me when she was doing the … Continue reading We Need To Talk About Nigella
Girls, you only have yourselves to blame. For everything.
Must try harder. It’s no secret that there aren’t enough women in the boardroom, or politics, or on TV. The reason is, we just not putting the effort in. We lack drive, confidence and ambition. What would Margaret Thatcher say? The Government are planning to send information packs to parents of teenage girls to set … Continue reading Girls, you only have yourselves to blame. For everything.
Philpott – Why we’re still looking in the wrong place
Mick Philpott is a nasty little man. An idiot, but a nasty idiot nonetheless. One who will be spending the next 15 years, at least, in prison. I have watched enough crime documentaries in my time to realise that this is no criminal mastermind. And yet the story has received more coverage than any crime … Continue reading Philpott – Why we’re still looking in the wrong place
Childcare again – because it still makes no sense
Today was another day for shouting at the radio, and then shouting on the radio. At last the Government has unveiled its plans for financial help for working parents. It has been months in the planning and the subject of bitter negotiation (apparently). All are delighted an agreement has been reached. I shall dig out … Continue reading Childcare again – because it still makes no sense