Work's a bit shit at the moment. The NHS is under fire from all sides, ripping itself a new arsehole, all in a feeble attempt to cover over the fact that the Government has been starving funding over many years (while claiming it had been funding the NHS like never before - yeah, right) in what many think is a blatant campaign to run the service down so it can be sold off to the private sector 'for the public good'. Needed something to blow away the cobwebs so returned to my 'cleansing' album to reset things in my head. Think of this as Sorbet for my Soul.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
It's most definitely the same in education UT. Everyone is so demoralised and feeling unappreciated and we are struggling with funding issues. Locally, since abandoning the local authority, a private company that deals with school staff wages has continuously failed to deliver and many staff have not been paid or been paid incorrectly ( it affected me last month). We are up the creek ( take that at whichever level you choose).
Does anyone else have a 'cleansing' album? One you return to every once in a while to clear away all the clutter from other music? Sort of like when you finally have to resort to a cloth and the spray cleaner on a white board?
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
After the surgical removal of the Christine and the Queens and Roisin Murphy albums from the CD player, Im now arguing with myself whether to constantly play the Avec Sans album. It took seeing them live 2.5 times to fall in love.
Well. If it's not Frap or Sabbath, it's usually Toyah. Try this. Biggins, Bellingham, Trevor Eve in an early Shoestring (Eddie Bootlace as it gets called found here) and Toyah acting and singing in an episode built around her (Toola) and her real band. 80's nostalgia!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.