IQ tests are intriguing. I've always fared badly on conventional tests. At primary school I was designated last but one according to the ‘star system.’ Every time a kid did well they got a star on a chart which was placed prominently on the wall. Yes they did that in the sixties. I had two stars. To place that in perspective, Leslie Green had 52 stars (I fancied her rotten) and David Manning had one. Now David Manning was a bit of a ‘spakker.’ Thinking back, poor David was intellectually challenged. Poor bastard, he really had no chance. I failed my 11 plus and Leslie passed. I went to a sink Secondary Modern in the Black County, West Mids. They put me in the third set for maths, English and Science. By year two I’d worked my way to the fourth set. I was bumping along at the bottom. My form teacher suggested ‘I would be better served by being placed in the remedial class Note the quotes that are not there. I have a mind for remembering this sort of shit. Mr Masters you are a cunt, but long dead, I’m sure. Now the remedial class is not a place you want to go unless forced. I had an interview with the Headmaster. It would be down to his wisdom whether I would be placed with the unteachable. I told Mr Evans that I didn't want to go with the mongers cos I had a bad chest and that the smoke would make it worse. The thick fug of smoke in class was a constant reminder that these kids were way past the fourth set. Luckily for me Mr Evans decided to send me to the monger class after all. Thank you Mr Evans, you did me a service. And yes I've checked, Mr Evans is long, long dead.