When I was 16 I was at boarding school, with a very strict discipline. I was always getting hit with sticks and didn’t really like my life very much. I enjoyed the games, and I enjoyed the rule breaking, that was fun. We were given a printed list of rules and we used to just break them for the sake of it. It they hadn’t printed them we probably wouldn’t have done it. The school had an old-fashioned idea of discipline, it was set up mostly to cater for kids from army and forces backgrounds. They wanted to build the next generation of empire builders and sailors and airmen. I didn’t want to be any of those things, so it didn’t really work on me. And they were all very disappointed in me. Everyone was disappointed all the time.
My school was an experiment for my dad and it went wrong, so
