Jul 142010
The last day (for now) of my teaching career

My train journey home from York this morning was one of those where you climb aboard and every seat has a card sticking up to show that it is reserved from Doncaster to Grantham, or from Edinburgh to Kings Cross.  By the time I arrived in Coach C, the best spot available appeared to be a not-so-enticing space in the corridor outside a sliding toilet door: just the place to rest a tired, cold-filled head.  Then there it was – an empty seat with no reservation card.  I eased myself into it, thinking I could get some work on this post done using the train’s wifi.  But it didn’t work. Read full post >>