You have to love kids sometimes. Well, love them in the sense you love a TV show or a particular pair of trainers. Not the other love. You definitely don't have to do that.

I was back at school today for research - or dossing as some call it, namely me - and one boy who I'd taught last term shouted out "Alright Sir!" and then went on to explain to his friend how much fun they'd had in my class trying to wind me up and cause chaos. I'm glad someone enjoyed it because I'm not sure I found it much fun.

The thing was that he bore absolutely no nastiness or apparent dislike towards me. They just seemed to think it was some sort of game.

Sigh. I prefer scrabble.