Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Okey. Bit of a stuff up. The pre-release papers came this morning. The only reason I went to check if they were there just now was because Mr Featherstone asked the other English group how their pre-releases were. I went down to see Ms Miller. She said she’d tried to call me. She can’t have tried very hard. We left as late as usual. What’s worse is I’ve been here all day blissfully unaware.
Our extract is from the opening of “Restoration, a novel by Rose Tremain, published in 1989”. I’ve read one page of it. There’s about another two as well.
The next extracts are comments by critics.
“Comments made by Rose Tremain about her life and views on writing.”
And lastly extracts “from a speech entitled ‘what are the rules for Historical Friction’”.
We’ve seen worse extracts. But we’ve seen better too. We’ll have to see how we go.
On the way back to the common room, having attained my pre-release, a French teacher asked about Tom. I told her briefly about how I don’t really talk to him now, how he was thinking of moving to America (I left the girlfriend out) and quit college and ended up in blockbusters last time he told me.
She agreed with a prior statement that he was weird. I’d added it in as a justification for his actions, not knowing exactly every detail that influenced his decisions (though I can guess) but also not wanting to broadcast his personal life. If I was in a bad mood, I might have gone down a different road, but I was in a good mood, still am, so I decided not to point fingers and make him sound like a snivelling monkey.
It’s nice to know that old teachers still take an interest in their students, even if that student isn’t you. I guess it makes you feel like they saw you as little people after all and not just empty droids in need of programming.
Well, looks like I’ve got stuff to do then. Oh well.

Bluebiird out.