Maybe it's just all men with that name

... not that I know that many of them!

But Biggles shares the same name as someone who I shall call Arse. Arse was my teacher. He's the reason I got into teaching - cos he wanted to get into my knickers. So he encouraged me to guest speak for him, teach on the professional programmes he taught on. Flatter, flatter, flatter ... he never really quite got what he wanted though!

But they so remind me of each other, such charmers they both are. Both have such convoluted excuses and reasons for things that you're not really sure if they're telling you the truth or not! And then you feel guilty if you don't believe them.

So, Biggles couldn't meet me on Saturday cos he had a wedding to go to. He couldn't meet me today cos he was in Sheffield. But apparantly he was called away from the wedding today to go back to school as his cheques had been recalled by finance. There's a complete plausibility about it all that makes me feel guilty for not believing him.

So, will I actually get my money back? There's a big part of me that thinks I will, cos I don't think he'll let me down. But then, there's that niggling doubt in the back of my mind. I'm so bloody naive aren't I?

Para xxx