I often think.

Just a thought on what is happening as the snow falls on Syria… Syria Syrian suffering televised Televised Into western residential luxury Syrian children sobbing, sobbing Hungrily Pathetic Pathetic plastic tenting All piped peak time into a cosy Cosy Suburban banality Tiny Tiny children dying, dying Pathetically All for the denial of Occidental charity

Nb: This blog is linked to 'The Great Handwriting Scandal' and 'The Great Biscuit Scandal ', I suggest that you read them before this to get the true flavour of Mrs Baker and her evil Empire!   Mrs Baker asked, in fact instructed, the class to paint a picture of a Princess. I think it linked to some lesson we had earlier in the week. It could possibly be linked to our exploration of the Middle Ages. We formed our circle of desks; we always moved the desks when we had Art classes. I guess it made it louche and dangerous for the starchy Mrs Baker: a circle of desks in her well-formed, strictly controlled classroom, was highly dangerous. The class received the instructions from Mrs Baker, we were to paint a Princess. Inside I groaned, I liked doing still life and landscapes. I was at next to my great pal Emmanuel Buriobey, I think he was Nigerian. He was certainly very black. We both took up our pencils as we were instructed to always sketch the...