Are military veterans a sub-culture?

Are military veterans a sub-culture?

Some years ago, when I was working in an educational support role, I began to receive an increasing number of referrals of the same type. These referrals were military veterans studying in further or higher education. All of them were designated as disabled and had a...
Authenticity: why I killed off my pseudonym

Authenticity: why I killed off my pseudonym

As many of you know, I initially published my first thriller Black Flag under a pseudonym. I liked my alter-ego. He was a cooler, better-looking and braver version of me. The problem was, I wasn’t being authentic. Authenticity is a hallmark of leadership. I believe...
27. Blogs, logs and dogs

27. Blogs, logs and dogs

The weather this week started off warm and shitty. Then it was cold and shitty, staying that way for five days. It doesn’t rain often here but when it does it’s torrential. I can’t remember it ever being as cold in Nerja as it has been in recent days. One quirk I’ve...
26. North and South

26. North and South

In the previous post, I described the ferry journey from the UK with my dog Luca. Having arrived in Spain early Tuesday morning, the first task was to get out of Bilbao. It has been a while since I’ve driven on the right, and what seemed like an endless series of...
25. Farewell Blighty, hola España

25. Farewell Blighty, hola España

On November 6th 2016 (one year and three weeks since this blog began), it was time to bid farewell to Blighty, begin my own form of Brexit and head back to Spain. I’d been delayed due to various reasons but M had flown in from Malaga for a week-long visit to Cornwall...
24. Adios Again

24. Adios Again

The final week and a half in Nerja was busy with teaching. My student-recruitment campaign was a success and I taught trial lessons to 40 new clients in six different countries over a four-day period. It was a bit of a marathon and bloody hot work with no air-con, but...
20. Beer, Goats and Virgins

20. Beer, Goats and Virgins

This week has flown by. I was teaching most of Friday and Saturday but managed to catch the last half of the FA Cup. It was standing room only (and not much of that) in the English and Irish bars but I spotted a pavement table, about to be left vacant by diners with...