Ice in your knickers ( 04 March 2020)

As the future king of England does his thing above in Dublin and looks forward to his trip along the wild Atlantic way his thoughts, no less than the rest of us, must turn to the sorry state of affairs with which our schoolteachers have to contend. For its a sad day indeed when an overworked underappreciated public servant can’t even take in a bit of alpine skiing as escape from his hectic schedule without contracting some alien sickness from the lower orders. It used to be that the worst would happen on the slopes was a fall on your arse , ice in your knickers and failure in your soul but with this new threat soon our teacher plutocracy will be reduced to slumming it in tramore like the rest of us. Meanwhile perish the thought that anyone should mention names or places in the media. Oh god no. In this country all that negative stuff is reserved for the folks on the outside of the tent.