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Too many schools are coasting, says Ofsted. Too many schools have had two ‘satisfactory’ grades in a row, showing they’re not bothering to improve, the lazy good-for-nothings. Ofsted, the Office for Standards in Education, inspects our schools and grades them. It gives schools a few days’ notice that a team is to arrive, plunging into […]

I am a living, breathing medical miracle, here for you to experiment upon, for I have a disease – rather, the branch of a disease – hitherto unknown to science: Gardener’s Tourette’s. Yesterday morning I set forth into the garden at Fraser Towers. The place having been empty for nearly 18 months, it looks terrible. […]

On Sunday, my seven-year-old son Jamie carried the flag of his Beavers troop at the village remembrance service. I was very proud of him, and jolly glad to have the chance to watch him. I’ll tell you one reason why. Some time on April 6th 1917, my son’s nearly-namesake great-great uncle, 22-year-old James Fraser, took […]

The highlight of my week was the agony of dismay that greeted the shock news that then Greek Prime Minister George Papandreou was actually going to put the European Union’s bailout to his people. A referendum? Democracy? Letting people have a vote? Clearly the Greeks, given the chance, would have said a resounding ‘no’ to […]