Enjoyed the film The wrestler yesterday. Good to see Mickey Rourke again. It shone a spotlight upon a part of America in which a fit body governs the ability to earn a living. And there's parts of Britain like that, although far fewer options now, as compared with when the pits and the steelworks were open. It also showed that alongside the shabby world of lapdancing, in which women allow the boundaries between sex as private and sex as commercial transaction to be blurred, exists a world of quasi-sport for men, where pumping up with dodgy drugs offers financial rewards for a short time.

The mantra of Lifelong Learning seems to fit here. What was sad about the film is that the one character in education was the one with no dreams. Learning should be all about fixing on a distant horizon, working out how to get there and revelling in that journey.