One of those evenings…or not?

I’m sitting here, paying my bills online, thinking about how technology has, in some ways, complicated and, in others, made our lives so much easier. Just the thought of going to the post office tomorrow to pay my gas and electricity bills, queuing, maybe glaring at somebody trying to jump the queue- because they know the post office lady- was already stressing me out.

I have better things to do in the morning… like packing my case for my flight to Naples tomorrow night! Yes, I’m guilty of being a last minute packer- my clothes just jump, unironed, into my case. I worry about them when I get to wherever I’m going,

That reminds me… I need to check-in online.


Am I who you think I am?

I don’t generally talk politics but am fed up of all this talk about European migrants.

My mum was an Italian migrant who, at the age of 7, moved to the UKage where she later met my dad. They had me in the UK, my brother and sister in Italy. Does that make me more British than my siblings? Am I allowed to consider myself British?

My great – grandmother on my mother’s side was Italo-American having been born there after her parents went to New York on a ship at the end of the 1800s. What exactly does that make my mum?

My nan on my dad’s side was Irish. Either Tipperary born or the daughter of Irish migrants so… is my dad really English? I mean either way, Pop married a migrant ‘s daughter .

I used to be very proud- I still am but maybe less so now- of my English roots (yes, I’m talking specifically of those roots. My general British roots I’m still Ok with!). I’m extremely embarrassed by all the comments I’ve been reading, and hearing, recently.

I though Italy was bad when it came to commenting on, critisizing, treating non-EU citizens badly- obviously only those who look ‘foreign’ (?!?!) because if you’re Australian, well that’s not a problem.

This week my adult EL students wanted to talk about Brexit. I didn’t. So we have been talking about identity , what it means to them and who they are.  We watched Hetain Patel talk about identity.

Who are we?

Who am I?

Who are you to decide who stays and who goes?

Do It Yourself (& not just on Tuesdays!)

Hoping to start this soon!

Shut Up & Write Tuesdays

Here at Shut Up & Write Tuesdays we love it when the folks who make up our little community take an idea and run with it. At the moment we’re particularly enamoured with #diysuwt, the hashtag that folks are using to organise their own shut up & write sessions on Twitter.

If you like the Shut Up & Write Tuesdays model, but can’t make it to our sessions or prefer to write on other days, then #diysuwt is for you! Our lovely @SUWTUK host Louca-Mai Brady has put together the following tips, to help you get the hang of it…

  • Use the hashtag to notify others that you are going to be writing, to see if they want to join you, and to let them know when you are starting, finishing, and taking a break
  • Use the Pomodoro format to write in blocks of 25minutes, with a 5minute break between…

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Whose English is it, anyway?

Great plenary (watched it with Periscope)


This weekend I had the great pleasure of attending the second ever Innovate ELT conference in Barcelona, Spain, organised and hosted by ELT Jam and Oxford TEFL – and the great pleasure and honour of opening the main day of the conference by giving the first of three mini-plenaries.

Here’s a video of my 10-minute talk:

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I enlisted the help of a kind fellow conference-goer/presenter (thanks Chris Farrell!) to broadcast this plenary live using Periscope, which is hugely user-friendly and convenient, but which unfortunately means the video occasionally skips and the sound quality isn’t fantastic. So I’m including here my full script, if you can’t (or just prefer not to) watch the video:


Good morning! I’m going to start the day by asking you a question and…

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