It's funny isn't it Mrrzy that ASL and BSL are not mutually understood?

I found when I was very young that 'falling in love' with a subject caused me to learn it avidly, like someone obsessed.
My first French teacher, Mrs Hayward (a Welsh lady) was very pretty and always wore bright red lipstick. Totally enraptured, I watched her mouth as she pronounced the first French words I had ever heard. ("Bonjour mes éleves")                                             
                ^ sorry, can't do a grave accent there on my laptop.

I was only ten, but grabbed the very simple textbook and pored over it (It was all about a snowman and children throwing snowballs) We also had a French 'assistante' and I was like her little dog! Followed her everywhere, copying her accent.
Same with Phonetics at University. I couldn't get enough of the palatal clicks, pharyngeal fricatives and glottal stops etc. So I came top with a Distinction!
But our German teacher was ghastly. He had a first class honours degree, but couldn't teach for toffees. I suppose he put me off German a bit, and I only did it to A Level.