Easter Sunday blog

27/3/2016 0 Comments

Easter Sunday blog

I feel compelled to say something Easterish, but I'm resisting it.
Instead
Memories of Bob Dylan (continued from previous blog)
Twas around this time that I got to listening to Bob Dylan, well it couldn't be helped really as I was living in close proximity to someone who played him on loop.

I like the smile at your fingertips
I like the way you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you's bringing me misery.

(I love this brilliant little song)

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I recently completed an academic research project (MPhil) about working-class women’s autobiographies. Now I’m writing my own...

To cut a long story short:

My dad and both my grandads were coal miners. I was born in Coalville. I belong on this website.
I returned to education as a mature student: got a couple of A-levels, went to university; got a BA, an MA, a PhD, and an MPhil. It was not as easy as that. It was not as quick as that. But I did.
I have spent most of my adult-life studying something. Generally something to do with English literature: mainly something to do with working-class women. My MA is about Women and God – inspired by and emotively written through my experiences as a pupil at Catholic primary and secondary schools. My PhD and MPhil projects are about working-class women writers – inspired and emotively written through my experiences as a working-class woman in a materialistic and class-ridden society. When I was an undergraduate at university, there wasn’t a module about working-class writing. There just wasn't. I didn’t study any working-class texts. I just didn’t. I once gave a research paper about my PhD (ie: talking about my work) and I remember someone laughingly said, ‘Was there a recession in the 1980s? I must have missed that.’ That just about sums it up.
I have had no working-class peers. I found them in my reading and writing. In my reading and writing I found myself.

Welcome to my blog.
It's basically about me.It’s called ‘My Travel Blog’ (because I’m time travelling through my memories of the past). See what I did there?

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