Mnnnurrrghhh. Drinking a bottle of good quality australian wine and going to bed at 2.30 in the morning is not a good idea when one has to be up at 6.30. I do this far too often for my own good.
Grimbo got into contact with me yesterday. He's trying to escape the vilnesses of teaching, and has applied for a job as a hotel receptionist. He asked me to be his referee, and make up something along the lines of how he was both a teacher and a receptionist when we worked together. The image of him smiling cheesily behind a front desk wafted through my mind, and fortunately disappeared. Some things are too terrible to behold :)
I must now return to bloody class and give my darling students something to do while I fall asleep.