I’ve never been one for the nine-to-five. And fortunately, I guess I’ve never really had to do it. Journalism involved some quite strange hours, as did provincial and touring theatre. Campaigning for the rights of community care service-users and attending late-night Council meetings continued the irregularity, as did freelance training. But retirement? That should be a whole lot more straightforward. You’d think. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: February 2015
136 – It’s Official!
Yup, it’s official. I’m officially a student at the slightly officiously-named Escuela Oficial de Idiomas (the Official School of Languages) in Málaga. And I think the teacher just might be officially a maverick. He certainly has the most <ahem> unique teaching style I have ever come across. It’s going to be great! Continue reading
135 – One Man and His Boat
I didn’t really fancy a museum. It was a nice Saturday morning in Pedregalejo, I’d had a couple of coffees with Jose and then moved on to the intercambio meetup in the bar next door. Nice to catch up with old friends there and meet new ones, helping everyone practise Spanish and English. Then someone suggested a museum. Not the best idea, I thought, but I wandered along with the group to the western end of Pedregalejo until we found ourselves outside a boatyard. And then it all suddenly, and surprisingly, got really interesting. Continue reading