* I've forgotten the names of all my headmasters (there weren't any such mistresses back in my day), so I've included (a *******ised version of) my son's.
The headmaster's name was ready hyphenated. I like that name. Good solid old Tory sounding chap. He's a hanger, a flogger and a firm believer in the benefits of early rises, cold showers and emotional detachment.
Schooled at Stowe and Cambridge and unlike other undergraduates in the 30s, detested socialism. Flirted with Fascism before the war but found the far-right too full of pooves and proles.
He rose to become Home Office Minister under Anthony Eden but had to resign after a scandal involving a young actress, rubber hosing and a cuckoo clock.
Was awarded the MC in the war but also suffered the ignominy of shooting his own bollocks off when drunkenly trying to fight off 3 Eyetie waiters after a scuffle in a restaurant in Naples during the liberation of Italy.
Jack Shootingfield-Webster
Not so sure.....maybe I'll get some monogrammed shirts and some name labels for Cranners to sew into my socks; see how I grow into being good old JS-W....