Grammar Schools: the cost of excellence
When I arrived on the Wirral*, all bright-eyed and Canadian way back in 1994, I learned four things in quick succession: Liverpool is not at all like Manchester. The other mummies don’t wear wool socks and Birkenstocks. Tea is something you eat. And 4. My children were going to write an IQ test called the 11+ (even though one of them would only be 10 at the time) which would essentially determine their educational futures and probably colour their whole … Read More