When you’re as good at teaching as I am, it can be quite awkward sitting in the pub with colleagues trying to empathise with the problems they face. This is one of the reasons I usually avoid the pub on a Friday evening. The other reasons are that I do not understand the appeal of alcohol and socialising and that gathering material for my sex blog (link removed) is a fairly exhausting process. Friday night is prime hunting time.
Then there’s the awkward fact that some of my friends don’t like me these days. They’re all Lefties, you see. Apparently, there are lots of people out there who share my views - they just aren’t in my world. Mercifully, the blessed Internet (that wondrous tool so despised by queasy Liberals!) allows me to continuously gratify my new friends’ appetites for sensationalised tales of urban violence and misery. Oh, how they love to hear about the annihilation of the state school system by compassionate Lefty teachers tip-toeing around the place being respectful, tolerant and optimistic!
Plus, of course, many of my fellow-workers are still cross at me for showing them up in my book (released next April). It’s all rather petty.
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