I had quite an expensive education. It involved Latin and wearing a blazer. I’m afraid I’ve never had a cross to bear with regards to school. I don’t have stories of being miserable. Not especially. I was bullied a little in the early years but no more than the next kid. I was reasonably popular. I was reasonably good at my studies. There were enough stupid rules for my teenage angst ridden self to rage against. (I still don’t understand why we had to ask a teacher for permission to remove our blazer. Discipline gone mad). READ MORE