I gave a leaving speech to my colleagues last week. And it went a little something like this… “I think I’ll use the microphone this time. [picks up microphone] I don’t know what it is about you lot – I can speak comfortably and volubly to an ocean of children, but you lot? My voice […]
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I gave a leaving speech to my colleagues last week. And it went a little something like this… “I think I’ll use the microphone this time. [picks up microphone] I don’t know what it is about you lot – I can speak comfortably and volubly to an ocean of children, but you lot? My voice … Continue reading Making Heavy Light
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I gave a leaving speech to my colleagues last week. And it went a little something like this… “I think I’ll use the microphone this time. [picks up microphone] I don’t know what it is about you lot – I can speak comfortably and volubly to an ocean of children, but you lot? My voice … Continue reading Making Heavy Light
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I’ve been toying with the idea of paying for a personalized and unique video message from Christopher Biggins. It only costs 25 pounds, but something about my requested words coming out of the mouth of Christopher Biggins makes me feel that a better world is hiding somewhere behind the veil. I’d get him to say […]
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I’ve been toying with the idea of paying for a personalized and unique video message from Christopher Biggins. It only costs 25 pounds, but something about my requested words coming out of the mouth of Christopher Biggins makes me feel that a better world is hiding somewhere behind the veil. I’d get him to say … Continue reading A Personalized and Unique Video Message From Christopher Biggins
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Hands on her hips, in her little fishing dungarees, with her naked toes splaying into the wet, sucking sand, she looks up from me to her mam. It is a fleeting pose she holds – suddenly a small, wet fisherman Peter Pan – only to burst from it into a slapping run, careening a bouncing […]
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Hands on her hips, in her little fishing dungarees, with her naked toes splaying into the wet, sucking sand, she looks up from me to her mam. It is a fleeting pose she holds – suddenly a small, wet fisherman Peter Pan – only to burst from it into a slapping run, careening a bouncing … Continue reading A world that doesn’t even know how much it needs this little girl
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