Ch-ch-changing: Fear and Loathing in the Disabled Toilets

I balanced on one leg like an overweight, graceless flamingo. I managed to get my leg free of my trousers and placed it on my empty trainer.  This had to be one of the most awkward changes in my life. I felt uncomfortable, for a variety of reasons.  Firstly, there was the smell, which was … Continue reading Ch-ch-changing: Fear and Loathing in the Disabled Toilets

Kids on Strike

It sounds like a dream. It sounds like something my ten year old self would have lost his mind over. A strike from school, all of us deciding to not go in, and our parents actually backing us up. It never would have happened. But it has. It's all in protest against the SATs which … Continue reading Kids on Strike