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Teacher's 'hours online in class'

I rode the bus home with Tom Jones last night.

He was telling us all, in a very loud very Welsh voice, that "I'm the real Tom Jones, I am. From the '60s, to the '70s, and the '80s, and I'm still here. Still entertaining. It's not unusual to be loved by someone, ba-da-ba-da-ba-daaa. They don't understand me, the English, I'm a true Welsh boy. What' ( Read more... )

We had a real downpour yesterday, of the no-nonsense kind that you don’t often get in Wales. Proper tropical it was, none of this interminable floating drizzle that makes up Cardiff’s year-round rainy season ( Read more... )

As if in the blink of an eye, a decade has passed. It seems like only yesterday that I was being driven mad by the strains of that bloody ‘thirty years of hurt’ song and already it’s fully forty years since England won the World Cup. I still couldn’t care less. Please, world, I beg of you, let England win, so the nation can get this giant chip off ( Read more... )