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Sod The Soil? Frame the Mountains.

I’m rather cock-a-hoop to be an offical reviewer for the Ilkley Literature Festival (don’t worry though – the fair folk of Ilkley don’t *really* use such phrases…despite the rumours that our rougher side of West Yorkshire like to peddle about…) So, here goes – the first review so far: PRISONERS OF GEOGRAPHY – By Tim […]

Ofsted – Buy A Goat?

During tea-time my 11 year old provided me with the highlights of her day. Usually this takes an hour or so, whereas with my lad – even if ISIS had turned up in the middle of Indoor PE and created a hostage situation in the hall – I’d be lucky to hear about it. But […]

Go Ask Your Mother… Or Even Better -Grill Your Granny

Do you know what an ‘inter-generational’ project is? Sounds riveting, eh? But before you expire of boredom in anticipation of today’s little bloggy-offering, please let me reassure you that this whole ‘inter-generational project’ malarky truly IS something to write home about. That it genuinely IS something that should tickle all of our fancies. In the […]

The Industrialisation of Words? And a Revolution.

Continuing my focus on library-adoration and generating more love affairs with the lit, in today’s blog I wanted to focus a bit more about the challenges facing the great British public when it comes to getting your mitts on a decent book. First of all – let’s start with the schools. Now, I realise that […]

Sharing the Love

Now this wasn’t planned, but my 100th blog post has ended up addressing the love of my life; Books. Reading. Writing. Otherwise known as literacy. But rather than wibbling on about why I’m so besotted with all of the above, instead, I’m going to kick off with a bit of Shock and Outrage (because hey, […]

70’s Kids; The Drifter, The Domesticated. And The Anti-Christ.

Post 2 – for ReadKirklees I’m interested in what people do or don’t believe – whether it’s matter of faith (or non-faith) or attitudes towards society and the world. Usually though, we only ever hear the views of the grown-ups; of them rattling on with their profoundities (and profanities if you’ve got a gob like […]