On pp. 62-3, we see the inspectors leaving the factory, delighted by their success in putting Friedrich in his place. But on the final page – p. 64 – all restrictions on Friedrich’s imagination have been lifted. The creative process, in other words, remains alive and fructifying at the end, unbounded by the factory structure, or the album’s two plots, or even the meticulous planning of Schuiten and Peeters.
Desperate to be seen as they are, not as the colour of their skin, they decide to take control and write their own story. With songs and searing honesty, Shuck ‘n’ Jive is the laugh-out-loud story of two friends trying to break out of racist typecasting and create a story for themselves. A local story that hit the national press, the Trojan Horse scandal accused ‘hardline’ Muslim teachers and governors of plotting extremism in Birmingham schools. Adapted from the real-life testimonies of those at the heart of the UK Government’s inquiry, critically acclaimed theatre-company LUNG investigates what really happened. Originally developed with Leeds Playhouse, Amnesty International Freedom of Expression & Fringe First Award-winning production, Trojan Horse is the story of a community torn apart by racial division, ‘British values’ and the culture of Prevent.
He was a unique rather eccentric headmaster and reminded me often of the classic/ old school world of gowns and tradition. He was a man of his word and generous with the people he worked with and the children who were lucky enough to be part of his school. He selected teachers because he believed they could and would make a difference to the learning of the children in his care. Jackie Leavers, later Jackie Shaw was one of the extraordinary carers that he took on to look after the disaffected and struggling students. She was one of the few people to break the glass ceiling for women in secondary school management.
A story laden with melancholy and regret. Sara Vickers is a wonderful actor, and a delight to write for. Joan’s bravery, and intelligence, and utter decency. Her scenes will always have a very special place in my heart. At such a time, with extremism of every stripe on the march, it’s important to hold the line. To give a voice to the voiceless, the ignored, the marginalised.
His insistence on developing an ethos of high achievement and developing pride in the school, we will always respect and cherish. Ian Shaw made a great effort to stay in touch with the School and so many of the staff he worked alongside for eighteen years. He was the guest speaker at our Awards Evening just before I joined the School and was delighted to attend our annual Rugby Dinner a couple of years ago, where he reminisced with great fondness, about his time at TBSHS.
Firstly it was a debut book and secondly it was rejected by numerous publishers and editors before it was picked up off the ‘slush-pile’ by a young editor at Faber and Faber. More than 50 years later the schoolboys to savages story is still relevant, disturbing and shocking. Watership Down is an epic journey, a stirring tale of adventure, courage and survival against the odds.
A driver picks up a young man crossing Europe. Two police officers work a surveillance case. A passenger directs her taxi to the edge of a bridge. Three conversations grow increasingly uneasy. From award-winning writer Gabriel Gbadamosi comes a visceral and poetic new play, exploring a time of distrust where the lines blur between conversation and interrogation. Stop and Search explores our deep ambivalence about the ways we police each other.
I was really upset when I heard the news. I don’t think any of the other presenters have come close to capturing that same boyish excitement and warmth he conveyed – it was so clear that he genuinely loved the programme. Before I start this story, I should say that a Countdown champion is just a contestant on the Channel 4 show who wins at least one game of Countdown. It shouldn’t be confused with a Countdown series champion, or, god forbid, the ultimate Countdown winner’s title of Champion of Champions. The £3,000 was mine, and therefore I could afford the MA. Though it was a nightmare course and definitely wasn’t worth the £3,000, but that’s another story entirely.