Flogging the Tinkey Winkeys
Not wanting my wife to be left out of all the excitement down here in Stirling, I sent her the links to my Blog, and my Wiki. After hearing about the Scottish executive arranging to have Clackmanan being towed on mass down to Udingston for a jolly as part of SSDN (apparently funded by the sale of CDI servers on eBay) I went to my room and gave her a ring on the phone. When she started talking about flogging my Tinkey Winkeys I began wondering if I had unwittingly broken my life long abstinence from alcohol. Had it been more than just talk about cheeky vimto? I should have at least been impressed that she had taken the time to look at my efforts from the holiday camp that the rest of the school think I am on. It brought home the reality of the magnitude of the challenge in communicating this stuff to our colleagues back in the real world of endless “please takes”, sphincter like web security blocking anything remotely innovative, and the pressure of this time of the year.
The Scottish Hierarchy of Internet Technologies for Education
The SSDN is a bit like a dodgy curry the morning after. You know its coming, but you are not quite sure what to expect. You hope it is going to be cathartic, but recognise that in the short term it might hurt a little. IT doesn’t help when it is pointed out that the codename for SSDN is “Scoosh”. Apparently it was going to be that or “yo-yo”, which would have been great except for the inevitable jokes about it being up one minute and down the next. (It was worded slightly differently last night)
“It was contact lenses that Killed by first Marriage”
I was glad to find a masterclass soul-mate tonight. Being surrounded by so many people who have gained the professional recognition of being seconded was a humbling experience. If may even have become too much for me if it wasn’t for my masterclass soul-mate being on hand to reassure me that there were small groups of people still out there, struggling against the odds with the Bolshevik Youth of 21st Century Scotland. I also never realised just how much I was missing by having perfect eye sight. My wife informs me that it is impossible for me to experience one of the great joys in life - Childbirth. After tonight, I will be making a visit to optical express (or Costco), buying a pair of contact lenses, and seeking to get one stuck (Where and how, I am not quite sure, but apparently it is as painful as childbirth). Given that coloured contacts are becoming more popular, I thought I could also get a pair of big yellow cats eye contact lenses. I think that these would have a valuable place in class room management for those occasions when you just want the kids do something… and be very, very afraid of what might happen if they don’t.
Vlodcasting for Beginners
There really is so much potential for all this web 2.0 stuff. I have been checking out as much as I can in every spare moment, and the latest area has been “RSS feed readers”. I set up bloglines, and found this obscure police news feed about cases that were never solved. I suppose the equivalent of The US Cold Case files. My eye was caught by one case from 1997 where the main evidence had been a set of smoking shoes left high on a window ledge. Modern techniques now meant that it was possible to extract DNA from the shoes. What’s more, the DNA found had been traced to a small pocket of inbreeding in the south east Glasgow area. Some reports had even suggested that it had been narrowed down to an area within Clarkston. Coincidentally, Government agents researching the effects of hot vimto and tobacco on locals youths are reported to have gone missing in the same part of Clarkston. The only other evidence relating to the shoes was a small fire which was believed to have been caused by mechanical shoe shine device. A search was conducted during the night, but the only suspects failed to report at the fire assembly point, and were assumed to have fled the scene. Forensic investigators also found traces of red toe-nail polish on the shoe shine brushes, suggesting that one of the suspects may have been leading a double life. I sizeable reward has been offered by someone who wished only to be identified as “George”. Anyone with information should contact their local police station, or LTScotland.
Bicycle polo and very small packages
I have to confess that I hadn’t realised the comment was in relation to Sky subscriptions. I had somehow missed a few connections, and still thought we were talking about Alans bicycle polo injuries. I am a little suspicious however to hear of a LTS related trip to New Orleans in the recent past. While randomly searching the web, I discovered a strong underground unicycle polo club operating in New Orleans. As a keen unicyclist, I am all too familiar with the injuries associated with unicycles, and when combined with those associated with polo, some of the symptoms displayed by Alan can only be put down to his real passion – hidden for so long. All those times he said he was watching East Enders!
Anyway. Enough is enough. Its time to go and dream of Delia Smith, grilled Halloumi cheese, and sweet chilli sauce… before a night mare about adopting an Inuit child, and a premature retirement. (Must go and add “North” to my blockbuster wishlist)
