The financial crisis has taught us that the concept of a skill for life does not translate into a job for life anymore. The scale of the crisis means that our children will be paying for the financial damage done when they reach adulthood. It is entirely logical that people under the age of 30 ought to be investing in a skills (plural) set that will equip them to meet the changing demands of the workplace environment. Companies are having to face fluid competition resulting from globalisation and the emerging economics of the world and will need a workforce that can adapt quickly, efficiently and easily. The educational establishments face a greater role than they ever did in teaching and imparting these skills to students. It has to be a joined up effort. Parents have to take responsibility too especially in ensuring that youngsters have sufficient life skills to cope with the challenge of becoming multi-skilled. Traits such as being organised and being emotionally resillient enough to cope with a changing world can only be taught at home.

Leo Tolstoy considered art as one of the conditions of human life. Art requires all the senses to be used when analysing and appreciating it. Art is not an individual or solitary experience. The activity of art requires humans to engage with each other. As an example the concept of Liberalism in politics gave birth to an emergence of writers who both supported and critiqued each other’s thoughts and concepts. Further down the years other Liberal authors have attempted to layer this political thought with modern thinking. In our contemporary world the appreciation of art is viewed as an elitist thing mainly because it has been hijacked by profiteers. However, the dissemination of art hasn’t been taken over by them and, thankfully, we can all have access to the arts and take responsibility for ensuring that it remains a vital part of society.
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The piece at has brought back ghastly memories of the first school sports day that I entered into. My daughter was in Reception year and a Mummy’s race was held at the end of the children’s events. I had been going to the gym three times a week and felt slim and fit. Hitching up my skirt I went for it when the starter gun was fired. My daughter was standing at the finishing line crying because…I came second to last! Oh yes, the family was humiliated and I have never run a Mummy race ever again. My daughter who is now 10 still remembers that day and makes me promise every year that I will not enter the race. It’s an easy promise to make.