Archive for July, 2010
July 18, 2010. .
In the last ten days, both my boys (aged 8 and 4) have come home with their school reports and I'm very happy to report that both were excellent. I'm lucky to have children that enjoy school and enjoy learning.
Although both of them have very different personalities, I can recognise myself in the differing ways in the way they learn and behave in school. At their ages I was also happy to go to school - my nose always in books and able to lose myself in big projects. I was a happy, chatty member of the class until I got to senior school where it all went wrong.
Yesterday I found my school reports from senior school and I was horrified as we read them out to the eldest son - they were awful. Maybe it was because my parents moved me to a completely different town and school aged
July 16, 2010. .
A couple of years ago - the evening of 20th September 2008 to be precise - I was channel surfing. It was a Saturday night and there wasn't much on. I didn't realise it at the time but it was the eve of that years Peace Day. I didn't know there was such a day but apparently, I was to find out, on the 21st September each year, Peace Day is recognised around the world.
Channel Four were showing a documentary film called "The Day after Peace". Something about it made me stop channel surfing and watch. I was gripped for the next hour or so. Immediately after the film had finished I was on the computer looking for more information about the film, Jeremy Gilley - the man behind it and the organisation he started called Peace One Day.
I now own the film on DVD - it moves me
July 14, 2010. .
When I graduated from college back in 1992, Britain was in the grips of a recession and I spent a year looking for a job in design to make the most of the skills I'd spent the previous five years gaining.
Back then there was no email and no internet. To find the names of all the design agencies in London - where I was living at the time - meant leafing through the Yellow Pages (kids - ask your parents what that is). I'd work my way down the page, ringing each one asking for the name of the person to whom I should send my CV or asking if I might call in to show them my portfolio. Although my CV was typed, letters had to be handwritten, put in an envelope and posted. It was slow and, with the cost of stamps, fairly expensive. If I was