kevin duncan

Too many thoughts, too many ideas, too many options.

They taught me how to do it, but they never showed me how to choose.

At junior school, I was always in a class above my age group, and I used to have weekly French lessons and chess sessions with my headmaster. By the time I went to secondary school, I had a grounding in Latin and Greek Mythology, could speak a foreign language, and I was a promising musician.

After just one term, we moved to a new town, and a new school. I had to start again.

My new school’s solution? “We’ll start him off in the bottom set for everything, and see how he gets on.”

With the stroke of a pen, I had gone from hero to zero. No more Iliad or Odyssey for me, I was in remedial English and back to Janet and John books. Thus started a life of tomfoolery.

So here I am. I have found that place for my thoughts and ideas, my rantings and ravings, maybe the odd poem or short story, or even a mix of things.

An aspiring writer? Maybe. I don't know. You tell me.

I do know that I’ve much to learn, and that this is just an exercise and an adventure to explore what really goes on inside my head.

But at least I now have letters after my name:

spurskevin.com