Last night I remembered the Welsh MR YATES who turned up to teach ENGLISH at LANGLEY SENIORS...many of the girls had a crush on him but I didn't...I then remembered TODDY talking to YATES along the lines of 'befriend her, gain her trust so she'll never guess'...and that is what he did, in effect...after I had done my 'English Language' O' level a year early and got a grade A for it...I didn't have to attend those classes anymore...so YATES would give me a book to read and then leave the class to come and chat to me about it in the empty library...I disliked this attention...but I liked to talk about books...and he kept on telling me what a good creative writer I was...exceptionally talented etc etc...and nobody is immune to flattery - are they?

H class never had YATES as their English teacher but he was put in charge of me for those periods when I had an 'English language' session.