Because today I received this email and I needed to share it with you.
I not entirely sure about the wisdom of sharing work-type (and especially school-based) emails, but frankly, bollocks.
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THERE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A FIGHT AT BREAK WITH THE EMUS AND THE YEAR 8s. MIGHT BE RUBBISH BUT BEST BE AWARE. 
It is so important for teachers to be down with the kids, don't you think?
Boys and girls.
I am having a mini-life-sort-of-a-problem.
I may be some time.
Thought I'd just let you know.
In the meantime, here is a mildly sarcastic notice from the South Bank of London.
Do you see what they did there?
Back soon.
Lady things. Really annoying lady things. I am not un-self-aware and I have some compunction about sharing ickyness with others so I will not go into detail, but I cannot emphasise too clearly REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING.
I painted an ark.
I shouted at yoof.
I became addicted to, of all things, a computer game. When wandering the streets of Brighton I am now scrutinising everyone whose path I cross and considering if they are hungry, need to go to the toilet or could do with a slightly more pumping social life.
I bought a banjo. A banjo ukulele. For my father's 60th birthday. My father looks like John Peel crossed with a garden gnome. It is going to be brilliant.
That is all. Life has not been totally thrilling. Tomorrow I may cause some kind of public hoo-hah to keep me interested. Any ideas, as always, gratefully received and thoughtfully considered.
