OWARDS the end of sixth form, my headmaster accosted me, in a friendly way, and asked if it was true that I was thinking of becoming a gamekeeper. I told the old guy, who had been at Oxford (and felt it keenly), that it was true. On the basis that I could spell, count and had an interest in terriers, they’d offered me
Hedging my bets
Apr 17, 2024
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