I was in Walworth today attempting to get some young people to switch their heads on about energy consumption. It used to be a living but the company seems to be slowing down at the moment. Most of the people I knew who teach these workshops, they’ve all gone off to do more predictable things. Muggins here keeps his options open on purpose. Muggins had to get up early post poker.
A predicted, I woke up somewhere in Elephant and Castle with a Vanilla Latte in one hand and a muffin in the other. No contact lenses and a vehicular soup between my flat and the caffeine. I shoved my lenses into my newly caffeinated eyes and zinged the rest of the way to the car park and the big room full of youth.
They’re good this school. Last year I was there with no printouts and no screen. I’m supposed to be running a PowerPoint. The whole event devolved into theatre. The kids seemed to enjoy it. They asked for it back but this time there were tables and printouts and it all felt more official. There was even a volunteer from the National Grid. Wasn’t expecting them, they didn’t really know why they were there. I don’t think they spoke to a single student for the whole workshop. Just looked a bit fazed and smiley. Like me before the coffee.
The day did the day thing thing and time moved as it likes to and eventually I got to go home. Now it’s into the bath and another early bed cos there’s an Addison Lee showing up at sparrow’s fart tomorrow to take me up to Mill Hill and a costume fitting. I won’t have to drive or prepare though so I’ll make a coffee in the bubbler and carry it. But still, still I struggle with that bit of the morning before half seven. Thank all the Gods I’m not a schoolteacher.
These workshops are easy now. But the easier they get the less I want to do them. Maybe I really am a masochist.
AlBarclay 