Load shedding and other matters
When you’re the last link to the past. Quite a number of people are leaving or attempting to leave. The Lone Star Kid is finally departing; Lincoln Green has been trying to depart, but is only interested if his wife lets him or the money is seriously good; the Leprechaun, who has annually declared that this year will be his last ever since he got here, is actually going to leave; Rasputin is also trying to find alternative employment; and Sarasvati is very much on the fence. In some ways Col. Blimp has been an improvement on Vlad, but in other ways, he’s more of the same as he flies off the handle at one pupil or another. He’ll be around another year and then we’ll have someone else who thinks they know what the answer to all our problems is. Blimp’s problem is his mania for a certain social messaging platform, which results in streams of messages being spewed forth on a daily basis via a medium I regard as utterly transitory. My term has been busy, wall-to-wall busy, and to