I was once told there were two personality types: those who do and those who don’t. This was clearly meant to be some kind of motivational lecture on behalf of frustrated teachers throughout the school, to inspire me on to greater things. It failed; I remained a disillusioned teacher.
Author Archives: Rob Ellard
Inertia – a reluctance to alter a given course of direction. Massive objects require more than a hanky being flapped to get them to change direction. An artic lorry needs a heavy prod to shift its trajectory. So why have my unused but comparatively lightweight mods been so hard to shift from the desk?
If social media is anything to go by, this year’s Vapefest will be swamped with people experiencing it for the first time. Consequently, feel free to avail yourself of some insights and recommendations.
Every Wednesday morning the school would make its way from the assembly hall, across the graveyard, in muted tones to the church. We filed through the impressively old arch and took up our places in the pews. Clasping whatever distraction we had managed to sneak in, we proceeded to ignore everything the Reverend Brian had to say.
2015 spanned the twelve months we know like friends, 525949 minutes made up the thing we call a year – 3.156e+7 fun-packed seconds. It couldn’t have been more fun – join Stealthvape as we look back on the highlights of a year we’ll thankfully never see again.
For most online UK vapers, Vapefest is a focal point of the year. It’s a time for meeting up with friends and indulging ourselves in our hobby for a day. The growth in popularity of the event has seen it move location to accommodate demand – but 2015 looks like it will be something really special for us.
“There is no such thing as society,” opined Margaret Thatcher once. Some portray this to be a clarion call to selfishness, others point out she was saying that a sense of entitlement cast a shadow. A popular phrase on social media and forums is “the vape community” – banding people from all political, religious and philosophical hues into one agglomerated mass. Does such a thing exist?
Until the age of 16, when I was encouraged to remove myself from under the roof, I was frequently scolded for placing jars, milk and condiment bottles on the table. It is poor form, apparently. Personally, and this is just my perspective, booting your jobless son out for no other reason than he’s a tiny bit argumentative is a little bit worse. This isn’t to say that I wouldn’t have demanded I left the building had I been my own father.
When it comes to people’s opinions of atomisers and mods I’ve found myself wondering if I’m simply odd? Now, it’s a given that such an epithet extends to describing most of my waking moments…but how come what seems to work so well for others leaves me cold?
My wife doesn’t understand me. She isn’t alone; neither do the children, the residents of the village or most people in general. I can live with that, being different isn’t a bad thing but I struggle with the notion of being told I should not be collecting things.
