As days go, this was an odd one. No real 'work' as such, just a day of 'Super Learning' with lots of activities for all. I was involved in 'Conflict resolution', which was being 'run' by The British Transport Police. I've lost you already, haven't I? And indeed the 200 eleven-year-olds forced into participating.
I say participating. It was a bunch of 'Yoof Workers' who made them sit still whilst they barked and yelled at them, made them shout "Your Mum" at each other, lectured them on the most basic stuff ("yeah right, if like a person, right, yeah, puts a knife to your back, yeah, then , yeah, give them your phone, yeah, cos like your phone is not your life, yeah, its more important to have your life, yeah, blah blah blah"). There were 2 transport cops there, but they looked like they lost the will to live.
At one point a poor man's Tony Robbins (see below, but not him. Not even remotely), got up to demonstrate his Karate (his words, not mine) skills. Poor dumb bastard.
I wouldn't have minded but the FOUR HOURS of "don't stand on someone's shoes on a train, isn't that right officers?" CONFLICT RESOLUTION ended with a near Hillsborough incident outside the assembly hall, in which numerous fights broke out and several 11 year olds got crushed....
On a happier note the bird teaching aerobics tonight played a quality 80s mix. First time I have grapevined to Yazoo.
Having a Whisky Disco now.
Love Dobson x
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