I'd never stood in front of 20 kids before and talked to them about computing, but I have now. It's started, but there's a long way to go. I won't say I wasn't nervous, of course I was, but I didn't let them see it, apparently if they smell fear, they'll tear you limb from limb. Still, I've survived, even though I was pretty much thrown straight into it. That's probably the best way. The teacher even left the class, almost straight away, and somehow I got through it unscathed.
I'm not saying it went perfectly, because it didn't. Some of the pupils were talking and I had a job getting them to quieten down. I also need to use my voice to much greater effect in future, that much I sussed out for myself. I've got a load more lessons lined up anyhow. Things are really going to start piling up on me very quickly over the next few weeks, that's for sure.
Good TV last night, with Top Gear once again showing us how easily the BBC can spend our money, dragging the team out to Botswana to race 3 second-hand cars across the country, through a massive salt-pan, which no-one has been stupid enpugh to cross before, then at break-neck speed through a game reserve. All quite ridiculous and clearly costing a king's ransom, but never the less, compelling viewing. Some people hate it, they told me so. That's their God-given right I suppose. Me, I like it!
