End of an era.

Having listened and read an obsessively large amount about drumf and lately as to whether he should still be afforded a visit to our shores I am now of the opinion that he should come. And wherever he goes he should get constant volleys of 21 bum salutes. Imagine endless groups of 21 people bending over and baring their asses and farting in his general direction. A most fitting celebration of his visit.

And here in sleepy Swanage an end of an era fast approaches as my very good friend Mike is finally hanging up his gown and mortarboard and packing away his chalk. He started teaching before me in London town, was the first teacher appointed to work at Purbeck View School and even more than me has worked through all the educational upheavals imposed by a long list of education ministers.

Like me he fondly remembers the heady days of the Inner London Education Authority and has hung on to the very valid ideals of ‘child centred education’ and the humanity of teaching. One of the many things I admire about him is his eternal optimism and thinking the best of others, even Gooners. I won’t spoil this little eulogy by segueing into an update into the continued managerial bollocks, that’s for another blog, but I will throw in “meet the new boss, same as the old boss” and he won’t get fooled again.

Here’s one for you Mike:

Keep on keeping on, love Duncan.