Ls bells - what a difference a letter makes. Two students were talking in class today, rabbiting on about whatever it is Noughties students rabbit on about. Not that I mind, particularly. They babble away, paying rock-all attention to me - I teach away, paying rock-all attention to them. Quid pro quo, et al that. It's astounding the shit they talk, even more so when I remember they are much the same as I was back then. That, I tell you, is a depressing realisation. Anyhoo, as I was scribbling on the board I picked up the arse-end of their conversation. "You've never heard of AGB? You know, AGB - After Grog B ... " Lucky I was facing the board, because I must have looked a right prune trying to work out whether he'd said "blog" or "bog" and hoping he'd said the latter. It's not a scat thing, just that I'm not keen on the savages reading my blog. Not keen at all. It turned out to be "bog". After a night on the sauce, he felt the class ought to know relief was in order. Which, coincidentally, was a relief to me.