Concrete and Clay

I have been tired in my time, usually after a long term's work and the endless cycle of meetings, reports and marking, but this morning was like walking through some heavy duty treacle. I guess that the excesses of Friday night (big up to the Fabric posse) took out rather more than anticipated. The problem with kids is that they have no sympathy for the raging hangover or the depths of exhaustion - too bloody young to appreciate them! Still when you've clocked up over a decade of winging it you can get through the tightest patches.

The morning over I took a group of teens to a "hustings" organised by the good people at Operation Black Vote in Westbourne Grove. Paul Boateng was the A lister the rest strictly C grade especially the Tory whose name I can't even remember. The boys did me proud as usual asking a string of classy questions, before I popped one myself - you can't let them have all the fun!