Three little words

July 21st, 2010

“If  only death is certain, and the manner and time of death are uncertain, what should you do now?”

A close friend and colleague shared this unattributed Tibetan quote with me 6 months ago and I have found it to be a frequent visitor to my thinking since then.  I thought I would share it with you now because at the moment it is working for me in three different ways.

Looking at the last section of the quote,’what’. ‘do’ and ‘now’ are words that neatly sum up where my mind has found itself recently.

What
I sometimes think we have too much choice.  As a society it is one of those valuable prizes that we legislate, create policy and even fight wars for.  And yet rather than empower us, choice sometimes seems to have the opposite effect.  Whether we are dazzled by the vast array of choices we have or disabled by the constant need to be making decisions about things, the promised rewards do not seem to be materialisng. 

At the same time the amount of choice and decisions we now have over the smaller things, e.g. types of coffee, holiday desitnations, clothes in our wardrobes seems to ensure we lose focus on some of the big choices we have, e.g. what would be like to spend our brief time on this planet doing. 

What keeps me on my toes is the fear that I only discover what I want to do with my life when it is too late.

Do
I like this word because it creates lots of conflict in my mind.  On the one hand I think we all try and ‘do’ too much, cramming our lives with stuff so that we never get a chance to just ‘be’.  We associate being busy with being valued and therefore assume something must be wrong with us if we have spare time.

On the other hand in most instances changes requires an action.  If we want to alter an outcome we need to change what we are doing.  I love change, so I must love doing things.  I value interventions that make a difference - more actions.

I guess the punch line is, that having chosen the ‘what’, we need to being empowered to ‘do’ things that will take us forward.   I spend time with some people who act like victims to their circumstances.  They are busy doing lots of things but not the things they clearly need (or sometimes want) to be doing.

Now
The original quote brings a feeling of urgency.  On the basis - worst case - my life could end tomorrow what should I do now?  The concept of “live life as if everyday is your last” is very appealing but needs the tag line “if you do the end may come sooner rather than later”.

On the other hand some people just seem to be waiting for something, or making sacrifices today for a tomorrow that may never come or which will not turn out to be worth waiting for.

The concept of ‘now’ is a very powerful one for me - it energises and challenges.   I think i will continue to grapple with it.

Getting to know an old family member

June 2nd, 2010

Over the past few months I have got to know an old relation of mine very well.  Although he has always been a big part of my life, I have realised I had been taking him very much for granted.  I had focused selfishly on what he could do for me and spent hardly anytime wondering what life is like for him and how I might help him. But all that has changed and my old and trusted relation has also become a unique and dear friend. 

I am, of course, talking about my brain.

Mindfulness practice has helped me get to know my brain.  Although he has lived with me all my life, I have never really understood my brain.  Of course I knew of him, valued him even.  But I was always interested in his performance and the praise I got as a result.  Grade A at ‘O’ level maths aged 14 - well done brain.  Ability to learn large chunks of unwieldy script - excellent work brain.

But now it seem like we have only just been introduced.  My meditation practice has allowed me to spend severe amounts of quality time in the company of my old/new friend.  And what have I learnt about him?

First of all he is highly energetic, a bit like a young Jack Russell terrier who runs all over the place for no apparent reason.

Secondly he appears to suffer from a brain version of ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder).  He struggles to concentrate on something for long unless it is really engaging and hops from thought to though at random and with no control.

Finally he is a collection of contradictions.  He can produce a clear visual image of my geography teacher from 30 years ago but not recall what I had for dinner yesterday.  He can do long multiplication without using pen and paper but cannot resist forever getting me to say ‘jigsaw’ when I want to say ‘crossword’.

Sometimes when I am mediating I can literally feel/hear him fizzing away as electrical energy bounces around inside of him.  My other body parts are his antithesis; reliable steady, predictable, consistent.  My brain is nothing like this.  Even as I am writing this he is simultaneously (a) producing pictures of the people I think will read this (b) telling me my hands are cold (c) commenting on the quality of this article and (b) noticing the workmen using a hammer outside.

I’m nearly 46 and, given the way I have a mistreated my brain over the years I wouldn’t blame him if he just downed tools and gave up on me.  But he doesn’t, he keeps going and going - buzz buzz buzz all day long.  A bit like a child, the only ways I can calm him down are by either getting him to sleep or by being totally present for him.  The latter brings me right back to mindfulness.

(PS my brain just told me this article is rubbish - why does he always do that?)

Did the Green Party really win the election?

May 11th, 2010

That can’t be right, surely? Each party could make a claim for having “won” and face equally strong claims that they “lost” this very unusual election.

The Conservative Party won the biggest share of the vote and the most seats so they won, right? As I write this David Cameron has still not been given the keys to number 10. Despite being in opposition to a 13-year old deeply unpopular government at a time of servere hardship, and starting the campaign with a double-digit advantage in the polls, they did not get a clear majority and it is difficult to make a case for a win

Nobody in their right mind could claim the Labour Party won could they? Their results were poor and they lost huge ground in the popular share of the vote. However, they were expected to do worse and Gordon Brown is still in charge, with an outside chance of retaining his job for a while longer. Considering the state of the economy, Brown’s campaign problems and his general panning by the media, some might say they won

The Liberal Democratic Party seem to have won and lost in equal measure. They have fewer seats than last time but far more exposure. Their share of the vote went up, but not by as much as the polls projected. They are no nearer outright government that they were before and yet they are key in forming the next government. Gleggmania seemed to be nearer Brosmania than Beatlemania in terms of longevity and yet Glegg is the central figure in determining what happens next.

The small parties seemed to have either done nothing (SNP an Plaid Cymru) or gone backwards (UKIP and BNP). So step forward the Green Party and the impressive figure of Caroline Lucas. They won their first ever seat in the House of Commons and, as a result of the hung parliament, may end up having a role to play in influencing policy.

Finally a bandwagon seems to be gathering momentum for electoral reform. Let me jump on it by saying that it took the Green Party 200,000 votes nationally to win one seat. Both Conservative and Labour required around only 30,000 votes nationally for each seat they won. That can’t be right….can it?

If I ruled the world…

April 27th, 2010

…every day would be the first day of spring (or so the song goes)And what a lovely spring it is turning out to be. As well as plenty of good weather, we are enduring/enjoying a general election campaign. This time round the election seems a curious phenomena. On the one hand we could all be forgiven for ignoring the whole thing on the basis that politicians don’t deserve our attention and, in any case, “they all seem much the same these days”. On the other hand the country seems to be energised and intrigued by the campaign, and particularly by the TV debates.

One thing I like about general elections is that they always bring more radical, big-picture ideas and proposals. The fact that these never make it into policy is a shame but none the less I like the notion that every now and then we all invest in bigger conversations about our society. And with that in mind, here is my 10 point ideas-storm for creating waves in the UK.

1. Means test child benefits and winter fuel allowance. The money would go much further if we aimed it a people who need it. The idea that we pay Colleen Rooney £1000 per year to help bring up Kai, or that dear old Dame Judi Dench needs a £400 payment each winter to prevent the onset of hypothermia, is frankly bonkers.  In fact we could go further and scrap them all together and just offer more tax free income/pension at the bottom end of the earnings scale.

2. Create real independence for Scotland and Wales. The half way house we have now is an anathema which breeds resentment on both sides.  We have Scottish MPs in Westminster voting for things that have no bearing on their constituents and we have a layer of bureacuracy that we do not need.  We are all part of the European Community anyway.

3. Nationalise BUPA so that we can provide and reinforce the principal that health services are provided on the basis of need, not ability to pay.  OK so this might be unworkable and merely shows off my own personal prejudices, but we need to reverse the slow privatisation of our the NHS, the jewel in our crown.

4. Legislate so that independent schools are obliged to provide 20% of admissions each year to publicly funded pupils. These places should be targeted at the needs of specific state-educated children.

5. De-militarise our country by scrapping nuclear weapons and reducing our ambitions and resources. We are set up militarily for a world that no longer exists.  Call me a hippy peacenik but I am from the school of opinion that our foreign policy in relation to international terrorism is causing more problems than it is solving.  Much like our manufacturing industry, I believe our military should focus its efforts on elite operations at the cutting edge.

6. Create a 21st century version of national service - national community service - paying a living wage for all 18 year olds before they enter university or career employment.  There will need to be some small print for this one but the idea is solid.  For me being a citizen is about understanding and valuing the nature of community and the role we can play in it.  Offering paid employment, including some basic training, in the service of the community ticks lots of boxes and will provide many of our youngsters with positive learning experiences.  An extension of community service could be used in sentencing (as it is now) and as a partial replacement for job seekers allowance.

7. Do not lock up anyone under the age of 16 in a prison. It is inhumane and, more importantly, does not work. More appropriate, targeted consequences should result from youth crime and earlier more effective interventions in recreation, mentoring and substance abuse  should be at the centre of the policy.

8. Retain strategic partial ownership of the banks, and use it to drive policy. The country is now making money out of its ownership in RBS, this is a good thing.

9. Change the voting system. I am no expert but I do know this time we might face the bizarre prospect of the party in 3rd place running the country after 6th May. Also in my constituency I know that my vote is wasted unless I vote for only one of two of the 7 candidates.

10. Overhaul remuneration for MPs. Pay a basic salary of say £100k with a 50% bonus on top. Limit expenses to standard employee terms. This is obviously a massive rise but we need to attract the right quality of candidate.  

On reflection, this list of ideas puts me somewhere between the Lib Dems and the Socialist Workers Party (apart from item 10!).  It’s a good job election manifestos never get delivered!!

The Gift of Life

March 31st, 2010

I went to a funeral yesterday.  Perhaps it was because the deceased was someone I did not know very well (the mother of an old friend), but I found the occasion inspiring and thought-provoking.  It was very much the celebration of a life well lived.  The vicar, who gave a lengthy yet engaging eulogy, use the word “plentiful” as his theme.  Not plentiful in a gluttonous way but more about the way the deceased made the most out of her life.  The venue for the funeral was grand, there were lots of people there (always a sign of a life well lived in my opinion) and the music was varied and eclectic.

The vicar talked about seeing the death of a loved one as an opportunity for us to look at how we are living our own lives and I was reminded of a quote from an unknown tibetan monk that I had heard two months previously “If only death is certain and the manner and time of your death is uncertain, what will you do know?”

The vicar encouraged us not only to live our lives more plentifully but also, predictably, to turn to Jesus as part of that.  Without getting into a theological debate (the subject of a future blog I am sure!) the point is that I found his message about the way we live our lives to be inspiring.  It triggered me off into a daydream about seeing life as a gift.  Whether it is a gift provided by god, by parents, by science or by nature is irrelevant to my point.

 So if I see life as a gift, the question I have for myself is how much I can make of it?  It is possible to drift through life, to sleepwalk from cradle to grave.  But to me that seems like a waste of a gift.  The life we were celebrating at the funeral felt worthy of celebration, not just because of the things she did but also the way in which she did them (to quote Fun Boy Three and Bananarama). So the recipe for life coming out of this funeral was simple: live life fully both in what I do and how I do it

I find that often at funerals the congregation is asked to celebrate the life of the deceased but cannot.  They are encouraged to be grateful for the life lived rather than mourn the loss but cannot.  Is it because on those occasions the deceased has not left a legacy to celebrate and be grateful about?

Finally, the funeral included a reading of the following poem:

You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all he’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him,
or you can be full of the love you have shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he’s gone,
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
or you can do what he’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

I have heard this poem a few times at funerals (obviously ’she’ replaces ‘he’ when required) and it is hard for a mourning congregation to commit to thinking in the way being proposed in the words.  However, in my opinion, if we know that the deceased has treated their life as a gift and has lived it plentifully, then we are much more likely to be able, at their passing, to smile, open our eyes, love and go on.

Here endeth the lesson!

Mindfulness experienced

February 3rd, 2010

I recently had the pleasure of taking part in the pilot of Relume’s mindfulness program.  This involved two weekend retreats, separated by ten weeks of practice, reading and conversation. 

The Elevator Pitch
The pilot provided a program of learning focused on non faith-based meditation which helped participants (a) cope more effectively with the lifestyle they find themselves in (b) improve the quality of interaction with others and (c) understand their underlying, and sometimes deeply hidden, motivations. This is my description of what “it would say on the tin” if it was made by Ronseal.

The build-up
As I drove off to the wilds of the jurassic coast for the first retreat I felt a mixture of thrill and dread as I started to realise the enormous levels of my ignorance.  I had a map of the location, the memory of having met a couple of the participants and a vague idea that “mindfulness” was something to do with mediation.  This lack of prior knowledge and preparation is fairly typical of me as a consumer of films, books, food and life-changing experiential learning programs.  (If you are a client of mine I should stress that this trait does not apply to my professional practice researched and prepared!!)…back to the plot.

The weekend retreats
That first weekend was largely about practicing how to meditate mindfully and learning all about the brain-science as well as the applicability and benefits of the practice.  It was an amazingly powerful, enlightening, emotional, restful, inspiring and vegatarian experience.

The second weekend retreat focused on deepening the practice, the learning and the applicability.  It was also about closing the pilot.  I was surprised to find the second weekend even more of a powerful, enlightening, emotional, restful, inspiring and vegatarian experience than the first weekend.

The practice
Learning to meditate mindfully is called ‘practice’ because that’s what it is.  It took me half of the pilot to realise that “practice” does not “make perfect”.  It is not about putting in an effort to get an outcome and it is not about improving something although that can happen.  It is much more about the present tense than the future tense. When I ’sit’ (another word for practice) it feels very muuch about the here and now rather than some future state.  As you can tell it is not easy to describe.

The Teacher
One thing that is easy to describe is impact the pilot’s teacher had on me. Claire Breeze is a gifted coach, teacher and facilitator.  More than that Claire embodies what the pilot was about.  She brought life, humanity and love to “the process”.  I cannot think of another person I have met who has inspired me as much as Claire; and her “professional” talents were matched only by her warmth and care.

The Outcome
Looking back it has surprised me how such a simple concept - sitting quietly for 20 minutes a day - can bring about such a powerful learning experience.  I am not ready to publish all of this learning in my blog but it ranges from small, seemingly incidental, items to quite profound impacts. 

More importantly the pilot woke me up to myself in a way I did not expect.  I have always considered myself to be relatively self-aware but the pilot took that much further. 

As you can probably tell I have gone from being an ignorant, neutral agnostic to a raving advocate in ten short weeks.  It goes without saying that, when Relume launch their mindfulness program in earnest, I would thoroughly recommend you consider it.

The Rights of the Child

January 20th, 2010

On 10th December 1959 The Declaration of the Rights of the Child was adopted by the United Nations under General
Assembly Resolution 1386 (XIV).  Below are those 10 rights presented in a more concise, plain-speaking format.
This resolution can be found at http://www.un.org/cyberschoolbus/humanrights/resources/child.asp.   

1  All children have the right to what follows, no matter what their race, colour sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, or where they were born or who they were born to.

2  You have the special right to grow up and to develop physically and spiritually in a healthy and normal way, free and with dignity.

3  You have a right to a name and to be a member of a country.

4  You have a right to special care and protection and to good food, housing and medical services.

5  You have the right to special care if handicapped in any way.

6  You have the right to love and understanding, preferably from parents and family, but from the government where these cannot help.

7  You have the right to go to school for free, to play, and to have an equal chance to develop yourself and to learn to be responsible and useful.  Your parents have special responsibilities for your education and guidance.

8  You have the right always to be among the first to get help.

9  You have the right to be protected against cruel acts or exploitation, e.g. you shall not be obliged to do work which hinders your development both physically and mentally.  You should not work before a minimum age and never when that would hinder your health, and your moral and physical development.

10  You should be taught peace, understanding, tolerance and friendship among all people.

 I mention this for two (connected) reasons.  Firstly, almost everyone I know is completely unaware of the existence of these rights which, let me remind you, we all signed up to as members of the United Nations.  50 years on it is easy to dismiss this as another piece of finely-crafted meaningless bureaucratic twaddle.  And yet throughout that time, and arguably now more than ever, there has been a real need for radical, progressive policies to protect the world’s children.

The second reason for bringing children’s rights up now is that I was reminded of them whilst following coverage of the tragic earthquake in Haiti.  Amongst the appalling stories of death and destruction I was drawn to the tale of the tale of some of Port Au Prince’s many orphanages.  Now, in terms of likely quality of life, being an orphan in the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere is already bad enough without having your orphanage destroyed by an earthquake.  Fate has really dealt those children a tough hand and it has been heartening to read of the efforts by individuals and charities to alleviate the suffering.

However we need something much more systemic and global.  There were 380,000 orphans in Haiti before the earthquake and some charities are predicting that the number could double or even reach 1 million soon (that would be 10% of the whole population).  They have been orphaned mainly by previous natural disasters, by parents who have abandoned them for a new life in the USA or who are simply too poor to care for them.  If there was ever a time and place for a UN sponsored global programme to bring action to the words of  the 1959 Declaration then now is it and Haiti is the place. 

As it stands “expert” opinion is divided on what to do.  Individuals, groups and charities are mounting efforts to take children out of Haiti but this is only scratching at the surface and, without proper checks and balances, is open to traffickers.  Meanwhile some argue that removal of children from their home country could lead them to have “long-term psychological problems” (source: SOS Children’s Villages - The Independent).  It might just be me but I am finding it difficult to grasp the idea that anything could be more psychologically problematic than being homeless and parentless in a country which will take years to recover to its previous status as poorest in the Western Hemisphere.

The only alternative to mass international adoption will be the repair of the country of Haiti.  I don’t have time and space here to describe how difficult and unlikely that scenario is, except to say that time is the crucial factor.  The gaze of the world is currently on Haiti, but it is a fickle gaze and will pass when news producers feel we have had enough.  If a radical, globally-backed solution, designed to ensure Haitian orphans get the rights we enshrined for them, is not forthcoming soon it will never happen.

Sticking my neck out

November 23rd, 2009

Talking to my mate Bob recently got me thinking about the World Cup in South Africa next summer (Bob is football mad despite supporting Reading!!).  We reckoned that the majority of the England team picked itself and that if we could choose our XI for the opening match right now, most of the football-supporting public would settle on the same 8 names and only disagree over 3.

So here is me sticking my neck out and making some predictions for next summer’s footie frenzy.  I do this without fear of ridicule because (a) it is only November (b) Cappello is paid a squillion quid a year to do this and (c) opinions* are the lifeblood of conversation.

So I reckon Terry, Ferdinand, A Cole, Johnson, Barry, Lampard, Gerrard and Rooney are nailed on for a place in the most popular choice for England starting XI next summer.  Of these, only Glen Johnson would bring much debate but he gets in because of the lack of options in that position.  The other 3 positions, however, will occupy thousands of hours of pub chat.

Goalkeeper - We don’t have a stand-out candidate from James, Green, Carson, Foster, Hart, Kirkland, Robinson.  David James will be 56 next summer but still looks the best of a mediocre bunch.  I predict that if Ben Foster can get enough first team football between now and the summer he would emerge from the pack.  If not it is David James’ shirt.  If he is injured - how about Paul Robinson for a come-back?

4th Midfielder.  There are enough candidates to fill a pub.  Take your pick from J Cole, Young, Milner, Downing, Lennon, Wright-Phillips, Walcott, Beckham, Hargreaves, Carrick, etc.  I reckon Walcott will be the choice if he is fit but Joe Cole’s comeback complicates matters.

Target-man.  Cappello has finally realised that Rooney plays best with a striker alongside him to act as primary target.  Step forward Heskey, Crouch, Defoe (5 goals yesterday!!), Owen, Agbonlahor, C Cole.  Heskey seems to be Cappello’s first choice and for those of you who doubt the wisdom of picking a striker who can’t score I have two words to say to you…Stephane Guivarc’h (look it up). 

Last two predictions.  One of our certainties will miss out with some bizarre injury  - I reluctantly predict Steven Gerrard.  Finally someone unexpected will come through to have an exceptional tournament (remember Trevor Sinclair).  I predict James Milner.

If you disagree with any of my predicitions or opinions then I would love to hear from you.

* Oscar Wilde once said “in all matters of opinion, our adversaries are insane”

There’s gratitude for you

November 3rd, 2009

As someone who was not around at the time, I have often wondered how my country could show their gratitude to Winston Churchill for leading us to victory in WWII by voting him out of office only 2 months after VE Day.  On the face of it, and with only the Falklands and Gulf Wars to use as in comparison, it has always seemed to me bizarre that Clement Attlee should be elected in such circumstances, particularly in a landslide victory.

I watched Into the Storm on TV last night and what an excellent BBC/HBO drama it was.  The 90 minute film managed to chart the key moments of the war, from a UK perspective, without seeming rushed and the acting was first class.  Brendan Gleeson’s portrayal of Churchill was mesmerising, confirming what an amazing actor he is. 

The one weakness of the drama was it seemed to suggest that Churchill lost the 1945 election for the simple reason that he used the word “Gestapo” when describing a potential Labour Party victory.    If the drama’s thesis is to be believed then the UK voting public must have been the most fickle bunch ever.

As a Conservative, Churchill opposed the creation of the welfare state but this was not explored.  Clement Attlee was only given a peripheral role in the drama and yet history suggests he was a much more central figure in the hearts and minds of the people.

I guess the point I am making is that the 1945 election is probably the ultimate example of a concept much used in management theory; Situational Leadership. Churchill was the right man to lead Britatin during the war and exactly the wrong man to lead the re-building of peacetime society.  Attlee successfully lead Britain through massive changes, arguably equivalent in impact to the War, including a nationalisation programme, expended social services and, of course, the creation of the National Health Service. 

Situational leadership theory suggests Attlee may well have lost us the war whilst Churchill would probably not have been able to put in place the building bolcks on which many of are lives today are based.    I still don’t fully understand how the voting public worked this out, but I guess I am happy that they did.

No choice but to choose

October 20th, 2009

If you are a parent you will know that it is around this time of year that you are required to take part in an important, painful and mostly futile exercise in consumerism.  I am talking about choosing a secondary school for your child (some of this also applies to primary education but I am trying to stay focued).

If you are looking at private or grammar schools you may have already invested quite a bit of time, money and energy coaching your child to pass the entrance exams.  These seem to me designed totally to weed out those kids who have a nasty habit of ruining a schools position in the oh-so important league tables by not going on to get 10 A* GCSEs. The higher the “status” of the school the more weeding the school needs to do because, surprise surprise, these schools attract a lot of applicants.

My own experience is in the state system.  It starts with a form where you have to choose your top 3 preferences.  So far so simple.  I wanted to insert the catchment school and leave the other 2 fields blank but the voice in my head was saying “your grandparents fought in the war to give you the right to choose your child’s school - you will be an ungrateful grandson and a terrible parent if you do not insert 3 names.” 

Resisting the temptation to pick two other names out of a hat the next step is to request a brochure.  This is a bit like picking a holiday “ooh that looks nice” with the addition of the chance to read an OFSTED report.  Both these documents (multiplied by about 6 in our case - one for each school) take a lot of reading and generate as many answers as questions.    But help is at hand because schools have an open day when, rather than learn pythagoras, pupils of said school escort parents round the premises showing other children in various learning environments.  If you don’t know what this is like imagine being shown around a zoo by one of the animals.

The open day seals it and we were able to make our 1,2,3 choice without adding to our 42 hours of effort.  The form completed it is time to spend 4 months anxiously thinking about our choice, wondering if we made the right one, whether we should have done more research and if life wouldn’t be so bad after all in a communist state.

March arrives and on the designated day (the whole process is designed with military precision) my child is offered a place at her catchment school because…….you guessed it, the other two schools were over subscribed.  As we get over the amazing insight that, given a choice, virtually all parents opt for the best school available, we realise we are back to we started.  only now we don’t want to go to the catchment school because it no longer seems good enough.

Helpfully at this point there are forms to go on two waiting lists and forms to invoke 2 appeals procedures.  I want to throw them away along with the 6 brochures, 6 OFSTED reports and various other detritus but that voice in my head is back “Margaret Thatcher didn’t risk our safety winning back the Falklands just so that you can squander the choices you now have as a result of her sacrifice” 

I won’t dwell on this, save to say the appeals procedure is excrutiating and the waiting list largely stationary.  By now it is June, 9 months after the whole pantimime started, parents are stressed, children disappointed and schools are struggling to cope with the buruearatic chaos when they should be educating our children….and all in the name of choice.

In case you are interested my child got into their first choice in the end (waiting list not appeal) but it has left me more convinced than ever that the system is not working.  In our area people travel to Winchester schools, Andover children travel to our area and Basingstoke children choose Andover.  And, as far as I know, Basingstoke schools, and some Andover, struggle to fill places.  Wouldn’t it be better for all concerned, not least the environment, if a children went to their local school and we all invested all our time, energy and money in making sure every school is seen as a desireable place to learn?

Finally a tale from the private sector.  Firends of ours chose a private primary/secondary school for their son.  after 7 years of taking their hard-earned cash he was asked to leave because he failed the seondary entrance exam.  In my opinion this is exclusion on the grounds of ability and is immoral.

Rant over