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		<title>The Autobiography of a Short, Fat, Ugly Man: Only the Brave</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[On this particular day I was teaching pressure (kinda ironic considering) and I was going to use the elephant and high heels demonstration to show that the high heel does more damage to the floor…luckily for me Elizabeth always wore very high heels and we had an elephant costume in the store. I had got two of security guards to agree to come in dressed up in it towards the end of the lesson.

I was talking around a bit making them laugh and suddenly Tony starts shouting out:

‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ he rose to his feet. I sort of froze not knowing what was about to happen but the rest of the class did and just sort of gave a collective sigh. I always remember the one girl who calmly got to her feet and opened the window.

What was about to happen was the most audacious, talented and exhilarating lesson I was ever going to witness in my whole life.

‘Oh sir…oh sir…oh sir…’ Tony shouted then he pushed his way into the centre of the horseshoe dragging his chair behind him. He briefly bent over double in pain then hastily clamboured up onto the chair and stuck his bottom out. There was a brief silence then a huge rasp of sound rent the air and I watched, listened and indeed smelled as Tony Wing played the whole of the British National Anthem without missing a note. I swear he could even manage to get the sounds to quaver as he let forth.

After an extra chorus he was evidentially running out of air for he finally let it trail away in a sad little aria that perfectly brought the performance to a close.

After that the elephant was a bit of an anti-climax.

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gentle Reader: I have no idea why anyone would want to read my poor autobiography but my agent kept pressing me and finally one miserable winter when I was trapped in Scotland I finally wrote it. Surprisingly it sold remarkably well and I was pushed to produce the follow ups. This is the third in that line and concerns the time when my first marriage had ended and I ran away to University to study for an Education degree though I had no intention of ever becoming a teacher. This is where I met my second wife and it recounts our time at The University of Exeter and particularly our experiences doing our teaching practice in Tower Hamlets in London. The experiences we had there warranted a book all of their own. The fourth I will bring out later this year if the Corona lockdown goes on much longer here in Mallorca. This fourth one will take you right up to where I ran away around the world on the QE2 and while doing so I wrote emails to my clubs back home about the funny incidents that happened. Later on I brought them out as: <em>Going Round The Bend On The QE2 </em>which turned into a best-seller and prompted a number of follow-ups. These are really much funnier than the pathetic stories of my youth so I urge you to read them first!</p>
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		<title>Kisses in the Dark</title>
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					<description><![CDATA['Hell, I only asked for a dance,' said Hilbert. 'Anyway, why can't we?'

'Oh Kaffir,' she sighed. It was a rejection but her eyes were shining at the music and almost unconsciously her body had started to sway to its surging beat.

'Get your hands off her!' Suddenly Hilbert was pushed savagely aside as Akkal Ali from year 12 came bursting out of the crowd of dancers.

'Hey, what is this?' demanded Hilbert. 'What's it got to do with you?'

'She's my sister!'

'What?' Hilbert turned back to Shamira. 'Is this another one of yours?'

'I said keep your hands off her!' Akkal gave him another push.

'And you keep your hands to yourself,' said Hilbert getting cross. 'I was only asking her for a dance.'

'She does not want to dance with you!' Akkal turned to his sister. 'You, go home, now!'

'Don't you give me orders,' she snapped back.

'I said go home!'

'You go home! I'll do what I want!' Shamira's eyes blazed. 'No one asked you to interfere, I'm going to have a dance with Hilbert.'

'You are not!' Akkal grabbed her by the wrist.

'Here, steady on now,' Hilbert said, pushing between them. 'There's no need for this.' But the bigger year 12 boy turned and unleashed a punch with his free hand that just caught Hilbert and deposited him on his back on the dance floor.

But it seemed the quietest spot to be. The lights had come on and the music had stopped and everyone else in the room was shouting at the top of their voices. Godfrey had taken a flying leap from the stage and now had Akkal in a stranglehold while Shamira still shouted at him. The four teachers were all shouting only no one was paying them any attention, and Rayhima had appeared and was trying to get Shamira away from her brother.

There came a lull and Mr Rudge was there. He quietly got Godfrey to let go of Akkal before he choked and Akkal immediately turned back on his sister. But she obviously didn't need any help from anyone for she let loose a slap that rang round the room and effortlessly shut everybody up.

'You sod!' she said in the sudden silence. 'Why don't you stay out of my life, all of you!' She was so angry she was almost crying. 'Hilbert was only talking to me.'

She went over to Hilbert who was still sitting on the floor, feeling along his teeth to see if they were all still there.

'I'm sorry,' she said quietly. 'Are you alright?'

'Me? Oh fine,' he said. 'I'm getting quite used to it. I get attacked at least once a day by one of your family.'

'Let me help you up.'

'No ta! I'll stay down a bit thanks,' he said. 'Just in case you've got any more brothers hanging around.' She very nearly smiled but she was still too upset. She bent down so no one else could hear her.

'I really am sorry,' she said. 'Look, I'd better go or there will only be more trouble.'

'Yeah,' he said, finally getting shakily to his feet. 'Look, do you think you could do me a favour?'

'What?'

'Will you stop calling me Hilbert?'

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The dramatic love story of a white boy and a Pakistani girl in Tower Hamlets. Written by best-selling author Nicholas Walker who was himself a teacher in Tower Hamlets. Hilbert and Shamira fall in love and have to battle against huge prejudices from the community, her family, the school and even The National Front. This hard hitting novel reveals the truth of schools teaching on the front line and the battles that children from minor ethnic backgrounds have to fight every day just to fit into modern British society. Shocking at times and a tender love story at others this is a novel written by an author who knows what teaching in inner city schools is really like&#8230;not for the innocent!</p>
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