I wrote the attached thread about my schools. Places were many of us were sent in fear. I've also written a few times about how my High Scool years were made hell by other young people. (One of the times, here unsocialized.co.uk/2020/11/knockoβ¦) and on that same blog and also in
publications such as @blitzed80smag1, I've written about the eighties, which for me were the time I was let out of the traps. And I hit the ground running, literally (I did a lot of long distance running and cycling) & marathon session drinking, dancing & partying. Paula Yates
was extremely familiar to me (not on a personal level... on telly and in the papers and magazines I devoured daily) as was Diana Spencer, and later Amy Winehouse. Yates, a beautiful fireworks of a woman weaving suicide blonde head confidently high through the threads of pop
culture & music I loved and escaped into. Northern Ireland was violent. Our culture was soaked in religious child abuse; abuse of a large minority who lived side by side, cheek by jowl with the upkeepers of the society that abused them, and we as abused young people wanted to
escape... drink, party, dance and read about those living a better life... or not. We wanted to read about OUR icons, and the Daily's wanted them dead for a story, preferably drugged, naked & mid coitus. The eighties paparazzi... the highest, most violent, intrusive &
bullying evolution of the press to date pursued our pulchritudinous, poetic victims to their deaths. Those heady days of glam, music, scandal and sex were splashed across our daily rags and commented on wryly, sexistly and nastily by the commentariat of the day. Piers Morgan
and the rest stole lives for narcissistic Thatcherite, guilt free profit over tapped phones, invaded homes, fast grainy film, through veils of lies and filtered long, long lenses. And lives were lost when the eighties all came crashing down in a hangover fueled by escapist
drugs.We paid our blood pennies to read of the awful life Paula Yates, Diana Spencer and later Amy Winehouse were having,and the "terrible things" they were doing to people around them... lies of course drilling into these people guilty of nothing more than joie de vivre and
talent. Three women victims of the violent, nasty, "I'm all right jack" world built on the new teenage celebrity of the boomers, built on the abuse of children, young people, minorities, society... only this time they wanted Generation X dead for the red tops.
Now the
murdering bastards who profited from ripping flesh from vivacious, talented, happy people call us "woke" and "snowflakes" for wanting a less violent, kinder world. They call us woke in order to keep murdering beautiful people for money... these dinosaurs that gnash their
teeth and bully on Talk TV, GB News and other squalid, shit covered vomit pile studios. They killed Paula Yates, Diana and Amy and countless others, and they want you to join their chorus of sneering insults such as woke in order to educate the next generation that their
bullied blood money was legitimate... IS legitimate. They say they did it for us. In our name. But they lied and murdered for their pockets and ... because they could.
Fuck them for murdering the beautiful artistry of my generation. Fuck them for normalising and revelling in
the violence that marred our lives. And hopefully, their likes will die painfully, agonisingly and absolutely conscious of the hurt they caused, and society never has any tolerance for their butchery again. #fuckPiersMorgan #dontReadtheSun #dontreadtheMail
I've just re-read Absolute Beginners. It really is as good as I remember and so very different from much of the film that was made.. though I won't completely pan the movie as it did have greatness in parts... though like I did, please read the book before you go to the movie.
Although even the hero is steeped in what we would see today as cultural bias, the LGBTIQA+++ allyship, and what we would now see as pro BLM, multi cultural, pro diversity comes through like a heralding angel. The sparsity in Colin Macinnes painting characters and their back
stories is sublime- the over concentration on backstory and diverting from the original book is a huge problem in the movie.
Macinnes also does a superb content analysis of the Daily Mail (though its real name is disguised) and how its right wing writers fanned flames of
"Unapologetically a GenX who knew the world we inherited was veering off in a terrible direction. A fixer. A Babel Fish who wanted everyone to talk, while _we_
ranted at each other.
Complex, yet simple in his grounding. Uncompromising in his rebellion, I envied him.
Born in the shadow of Titan, escaping its hold only in a life long adventure to love, sing, and live across the world to reminisce about his heart tied to land
fragmented by Thatcher.
A minstrel, exporting the shores of the Bankies (@clydebankfc ) to the land of Everywhen.
Longing for the child who crawled through the fence where the rivers met ("as small children tend to do"); longing for the child who had sped through the tunnel,
Back in the late seventies, my town Banbridge, like many in mid-Ulster, was suffering attacks concealed in carboots. The carbombs frequently caused damage, some in controlled explosions, some not so much controlled. During this time I found a bullet, and
badges that once adorned sectarians, and bits of post bombing wreckage. One odd thing me and my friend Mickey found, still sticks in my mind.
Mickey was a Catholic, I was told... a "fact" that puzzled me for quite some time. I discovered the meaning of sectarianism and
bigotry through my friendship with Mickey, as I searched for what our differences were... from the religious icons on his family house walls, through to the fact he HAD to go to church (our house wasn't so strict). He told me the meaning of bigot... his explanation was given
#education#teaching
Creatives are absolutely wrecked by Scottish education conservatism, bureaucracy, the ambition of those who want out of the classroom and the utter distrust of teachers who cannot/will not replicate lessons by heraldscotland.com/politics/20190β¦
numbers.
The past ten years of teaching has been pretty bad for my mental health. The past two years even worse, as
1 the control freaks lost control but pretended they hadn't and
2 the untalented managerial types practised -insisted upon- their fantasy of education
by tick box melded with a grafting on of some sort of torturous private sector board meeting style timetable and constant interview /crit thing that exists nowhere else other than an unimaginative public sector.
Education, creativity and health and well being of all