My favourite is my cousin, who taught French for years in a secondary school in industrial South Wales. She and a friend of hers would go off on huge trips during the summer holidays, and one year they went to the SouthWestern United States. They were driving through a deserted desert somewhere in Arizona, think Death Valley, and stopped to get out and look at the local wildlife. A risky thing to do, I've always thought. Another car appeared on the horizon heading towards them, they didn't think anything of it until it passed them, screeched to a halt, and four of her sixth-formers stuck their heads out and shouted Miss, Miss, have you got our A-Level results yet, Miss?