Parents have claimed that Skegness Academy in Lincolnshire is too woke as the school has banned teachers from using sarcasm in the classroom.
I have to say I always found it rather amusing when I was at school, the remark from a teacher to a child arriving late to class, ‘glad you could find the time to join us boy’ always a favourite, never directed at my good self although I was frequently accused of looking out of the window and requested to ‘stop daydreaming boy.’
What if this trend were to spread and sarcasm were banned everywhere, I would have to give up writing this blog altogether and teachers would be unable to write on a child’s report, ‘he sets himself a very low standard and then fails to attain it.’
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
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Sir, (other forms of address are available should you find this distasteful ) how dare you refer to parents without adding “or guardians/responsible adult”?
Silly me! I’ve just thought of another for those of us who remember ink pens. ‘Please Sir, my pens run out,’ to which the reply was, ‘well run out after it boy!’ Ah, happy days.
Looking back with rose tinted glasses they were quite easy, although like a lot of boys at my school I was just passing the time until I became old enough to join the family business which did allow me the luxury of day dreaming.
Joe, it’s interesting that you resurrected the scholastic mastery of demeaning the miscreant! However, it was also prevalent in the upper echelons of the business world.
An acquaintance of mine who’s last name was Bookbinder, was a huge personality, large jovial fellow with appalling punctuality. He worked as a floor manager for Marks & Spencer’s, in its heyday!
Rushing into the elevator one morning, about 5 min. tardy, he is horrified to see the Chairman, Marcus Sieff, standing in the lift.
“Late again Bookbinder” the supreme leader of M & S growled!
“Yes sir, so am I “ retorted Bookbinder!!
Do you suppose an impromptu stock take, for his department initiated 5 min. before closing, which took about 3 hours into the night, had anything to do with a quick witted response?…
The Diary of a Country Bumpkin 
Sir, (other forms of address are available should you find this distasteful ) how dare you refer to parents without adding “or guardians/responsible adult”?
Silly me! I’ve just thought of another for those of us who remember ink pens. ‘Please Sir, my pens run out,’ to which the reply was, ‘well run out after it boy!’ Ah, happy days.
Happy days indeed…..well, not quite all of them!
Looking back with rose tinted glasses they were quite easy, although like a lot of boys at my school I was just passing the time until I became old enough to join the family business which did allow me the luxury of day dreaming.
I think there was a great deal of day dreaming by all boys!
Joe, it’s interesting that you resurrected the scholastic mastery of demeaning the miscreant! However, it was also prevalent in the upper echelons of the business world.
An acquaintance of mine who’s last name was Bookbinder, was a huge personality, large jovial fellow with appalling punctuality. He worked as a floor manager for Marks & Spencer’s, in its heyday!
Rushing into the elevator one morning, about 5 min. tardy, he is horrified to see the Chairman, Marcus Sieff, standing in the lift.
“Late again Bookbinder” the supreme leader of M & S growled!
“Yes sir, so am I “ retorted Bookbinder!!
Do you suppose an impromptu stock take, for his department initiated 5 min. before closing, which took about 3 hours into the night, had anything to do with a quick witted response?…