I bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday br at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers br I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. - br you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted.... br he agreed, but said go easy on the lad he's only thirteen br they all want to be fifteen and grown up at that age, br they can't be seen by their peer-group to be 'for' anything too much br so they ridicule everything, it's either pretentious crap if it's modern br or stupid ancient crap if it's more than a generation ago... br they even call Shakespeare a sad loser until br someone says he wrote the screenplay for that film br though they're fascinated by the idea that Marlowe br was a spy as well as a crap writer not that they've read him anyway br br but you know what he said br put them up on stage in the annual Shakespeare and make them br speak his lines, and they'll never forget it, br they'll not say anything about it to me except in private but br they'll remember it to their dying day it's things like that br he said that keep me in this bloody job.