I’ve often wondered what it is that makes otherwise prolific bloggers suddenly dry up the way I have over the last week or so. It isn’t that I haven’t been thinking things or that things havenen’t been happening to me. Nor have I become less opinionated — I started a post about grammar schools that I haven’t quite got round to finishing. I reckon there could be a psychology thesis in it, not selective education, but the absence of posts I mean.
I put it down to a vague feeling of depression caused by reading too much. I’ve been captivated by The Damned United by David Peace, an eerie evocation of Brian Clough’s 44 days in charge at Leeds, interwoven with his spell at Derby. I think I’ve become to empathise with Cloughie, something I never thought I’d say. Read more ›››