Just this from the 1950's - very interesting, especially about Joan Bakewell's social mobility. I started grammar school in 1971. I didn't even know I was taking the test. My dad was a face worker in the pits and my grandparents worked in a textile mill. Apparently my grandad wore clogs. I remember that when I knew I was going to grammar my mum said 'you'll not want to know us now'. She didn't stop me however. Apparently my dad passed the 11+ but that was in the time when you had to pay and his family couldn't afford to send him. I hid my past for years but I am so proud of it now. I suppose that's what getting older is all about! We still have grammar schools in my area and the children are very often coached from Y3 upwards. This is despite us having several outstanding secondary schools available to them. How times change!