Teachers, by virtue of the large numbers of students and parents that they come into contact with, are probably going to have more brushes with fame than most people.
It wasn't until a parents' evening that I realised that the father of one of my very quiet and unassuming twelve-year-old students was David Coleman; both parents were in fact utterly charming.
Another student of mine, very bright but unable to settle down to steady work at A.L., went on stage for the first time in a serious way when I directed him in a school play. Some years later I went to a performance of something he had written. It was called Jerusalem and his name is Jez Butterworth.
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