Keep the red flag flying…

 I haven’t posted for ages. AGES. Want to know why? My student’s gone. Gone I say. Won’t be back till June. The trauma of actually having to teach this week has been horrendous, I’m in shock. Bloody children, knee high to a grasshopper and a million times louder. Anyway, that’s why I haven’t posted.

The good news (as I’m sure you’ll all agree) is that my brothers and sisters from that there NUT are coming out on strike. It’s all very exciting and I’ve not taken part in industrial action before. In fact, it was more my scene in my previous life to write urgent letters to the government insisting that they turn out the troops and fire on the socialist bastards. But now that it’s my pay packet in question I’m donning my Che Guevara t-shirt, dusting off my Socialist Worker, Don’t Attack Iraq and Free Nelson Mandela badges and girding up my loins to march on the palaces on the mighty. Class war! I know in my heart of hearts you all support me in this. Oh yes you do. Our free babysitting service don’t come cheap you know. I’m just gutted we have Brown as a prime minister as I really want to wear a donkey-jacket and shout puerile shite like “Maggy, Maggy, Maggy! Out out out!!”

Ah, salad days.