it hadn't been for my growing skill and enthusiasm, and the support of some excellent tutors (including the legendary Margaret Bell), I would never have managed it. Similarly, I owe a lot to WEA District Secretary Michael Standen, who gave me paid teaching practice hours with the WEA around the area. He somehow saw something in me that others did not, and I will always be grateful for his kindness. He also managed to include me as the only male tutor on a Women's Education program course! This was to prove ironic, to say the least. Within two years of the 730 I had studied a second teachers' certificate (in computing). Teaching music history and appreciation was fun, but it didn't bring in much of an income, even by late 1980's standards. So diversification into a subject area in demand seemed sensible. Before long I was teaching for the WEA, local college, local Peoples Centre, and various other large and small bodies. The contracts came in, and I was 'hooked'. I loved education. Not in a saintly 'I'm doing this for my students' way, but in a more egotistical search for stolen identity and self-respect. The fact that my students often were in search of the same thing was a serendipitous, and led me to be a very popular tutor. But where was the permanency? I had done my duty, trained as hard as I could, expanded my skills and updated them (all of this before CPD became a religion, and all off my own bat), but still I was on repeating contracts. I consoled myself with the 'gun-slinger' myth: I was a hired gun who worked for the highest bidder, and had no truck with allying myself with a cause! But I knew this was just romantic aversion to a growing truth. I was exploited. By businesses that wanted hands for the wheel when they had money, but ignored me the rest of the time. No matter how good I got, not matter how expert I was, or how perfect my acclimatisation to policy changes... I was always going to be expendable. Even a first class honours degree in FE, and an LCGI from the City & Guilds made no great appreciable difference to my working stability or income. It was even difficult to get into a Union. Though the WEA's history meant it had close ties with unions, I found that when I asked about joining I wasn't made too welcome. The attitude was – unions were for the full-time staff, not the come-and-go plebs like me. I started to realise I was part of a new class of people that Thatcherism had created. A new working class, if you will: part-time workers who sold their time, but had no clear tie to anyone or any anything. We were the 'real' workers, hidden behind an older proletariat that had been suckered into buying their own council houses and investing in de-nationalised utilities. They had moved on (or thought they had). But we filled the economic gap, cheaper than they had ever been. So one day I was at work. I had just finished teaching, and bumped into a fellow tutor just as we were going to a meeting. She said to me in passing, 'Y'know I wish we had a support group, or something. I never get to meet anyone else like me, who teaches'. I took her remark to heart, and decided to call a small meeting of the dozen or so tutor (trainers, lecturers...) that I personally knew. We sat down one afternoon in 1995 in a room at Wallsend Peoples Centre, and debated the possibility of some network or other that would help promote and support part-time issues. Out of Bea Groves 25/04/2014 Page 2 of 4