A forever work in progress

I find that when I write that I'm able to quickly forget that I'm still actually just silly old me. I'm somehow and perhaps rather worryingly easily able to fool myself into believing that I've inhabited the mind of someone else entirely new. Someone instantly more likeable, even if the characters that flow from the recesses of my mind are in general always similarly deeply flawed and troubled individuals.  I allow them the forgiveness that I cannot bestow upon myself. I write about their misdeeds and mistakes but readily admit that I've done far worse in my own lifetime. It's certainly easier to let them fill my time in a world where I have no desire to no longer be. I don't write about superheroes, just the average person you might walk past on any given day of the week. I somehow embody that person for an hour or two, I talk like they talk, act like they act but readers could be forgiven for thinking whoever I've embodied that it's still really ju...

“ Dad , how do I get people to listen to the truth?” “Wow OK I wasn't expecting that. Normally it's Dad can I have some money? I can do advice… I think… OK hit me with it. What are we talking about here specifically Jessica, give me an example?” “I don't know. Like online everyone is saying Muslims are really bad people. You see one person saying it and loads of people pile in and agree and some people try to argue the opposite and…” “And they'd have been better off peeing on their own shoes rather than into the wind and see if it splashed back because it would have been quicker and less painful right?” “Yeah exactly. It's just so annoying. You try make a valid point and people are like little kids with their fingers in their ears going I can't hear you! ”  “I get that it would be annoying. Look it's just my opinion but if you've got two people on vastly opposing sides then they're simply not going to listen to each other. What you need to do is find...

"Good morning class'" "Good morning Mr Hill," the class responds somewhat out of sync and with the enthusiasm you'd expect from a group of teenage students on a Monday morning.  "Brilliant, cheerful as ever. Just to pre warn you all, today's lesson is going to require some level of participation on all of your parts." The class responds with audible groans from all corners.  "Perfect, just the reaction I was after. This won't be painful for us at all then. Right, who can tell me what a self fulfilling prophecy is?" Mr Hill looked around the room. No raised hands. "Anyone at all before I start picking on people? Yes Michelle?"  "Is it something to do with predictions Sir?" "Well done Michelle it is indeed. Anyone want to tell me what the self-fulfilling part means? Yes Marie?" "Well the self is about me Mr Hill." "Well done Marie, anyone know the McFly song, It's all about you? No? O...