Gary De Cloedt
Stories (6/0)
Things I always wanted to say at Parents' Evening
My name is Gary and I was a teacher. Phew! There. That was difficult. I was a teacher for 19 years and there were parts of the job I loved, like filling in data, bowing down to senior leaders younger than most of my shoes, writing reports, Sports Day, pointless meetings. Oh, and the marking. God, I loved the marking.
By Gary De Cloedt2 years ago in Humans
What are we doing to our children?
Now our boys are a little older, they’re 9 and 7, and fully into gaming and weiner jokes, I really miss those toddler years. There was a clear and comforting routine to the day, especially as the evening drew in and bedtime, beautiful wonderful bedtime, approached.
By Gary De Cloedt2 years ago in Families
The Yearning of Jeanette
Jeanette hitched up her leggings, expertly hooking a finger to extricate them from between her sweaty arse cheeks before turning back to her shopping. On autopilot, she weaved her way absent-mindedly through the quiet morning traffic in the aisles of Lidl, carving her way through clouds of warm, sweaty humanity with her belligerent trolley. Three of the wheels were compliant, having worked long enough to have the free-spirited attitude that mobility gives ground out of them by their eternal up and down life. One wheel, though, was still young, full of hope and ambition, as it constantly asked Jeanette if she’d like to turn right, in the vain hope that enough right turns and it would eventually make it out of the sliding doors to freedom. Even trolleys can dream, even if that dream is futile.
By Gary De Cloedt2 years ago in Fiction
The real story behind BMW's Ultimate Driving Machine slogan
As a newbie copywriter, I am always being told to keep it simple (stupid). Clarity is the best policy. We don’t want funny, or obtuse, or abstract. So I go all Ronseal* and refrain from tapping into my (questionable) creative talent and stick to simplicity and clarity.
By Gary De Cloedt2 years ago in Fiction