My icons are so 2008, but this one is at least timeless. I would have been writing angsty stories about the tortured love of these two like mad when I was 14, had I known what such a thing was and had the ability to password-lock it. These days Morrissey mostly elicits a tired sort of sigh and I don't want to read his autobiography.
Yesterday's Metro contained this delightful letter, which I am about to type out for you, all old-school like, because I can't find it online.
Headline: PE is a lesson in life
So Max Nottingham thinks PE lessons could be too tough following the reported deaths and injuries of some pupils (Metro, Fri)? Honestly, I hope that letter was a joke. Back in my day, and I am only in my thirties, albeit with a private school (sensible and less rule-run) education, if someone had died on the pommel horse, they had either lied about being able to do it or were 'being unthinkingly silly' and that was a lesson to us all.John, Surrey
In my class alone, seven people died in six years at secondary school -- many of them on the rugby field.
However, it was a valuable lesson and taught us to respect the dangers of life rather than to cower in fear and formality.
I went to a very large rural comprehensive school. There were 300 pupils in my year. I can't remember one pupil dying in my time there, never mind seven.
Honestly, you just can't get the education in the state sector, can you?
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