Just a teacher?

Life moves on apace and often the time for reflection is hard to find. However, just occasionally, the coincidences of living fall in such a way as to make reflection impossible to avoid. Earlier this month, by one of those accidents of fate, I found myself, within 12 hours, moving from the threshold of celebration

An empty place at the table.

I bumped into my pal, John Brown, on May 20th 1994, outside Cluny parish Church, in the Morningside area of Edinburgh. We were both in a crowd of a couple of thousand, there to pay tribute at the funeral of Labour Leader, John Smith. John spotted me and in his typically blunt but not unfriendly

A Touch of Class

A slightly different blog this time: a collaboration between my self and my Hanoi-based teaching nephew – on the portrayal of teaching on the big screen. Colin is well experienced internationally, as well as having started his career in Glasgow, and he has youth on his side when it comes to his perspective. We wondered

Maybe not so grand.

I grew up watching motor racing – not live, you understand, but on television. It was the way it was back in the sixties, with two tv channels and only the BBC really interested in sport. The corporation did it well, and laid the groundwork for outside broadcasting across the genre. However, it did mean