The London Water Closet
Just in case you did not know, I went to a slightly posh public (i.e. private) school called Lord Wandsworth College. Little Lord Wandsworth Had a college in Hants. He had silken trousers And marble pants. Although the front gates look absurdly pretentious, the reality is that going to LWC in the 1970s was a pretty horrible experience. The food was awful, as school food usually is, I hated competitive sport (and there was plenty of that) and the college was out in the countryside, miles from anywhere. My mother could never have afforded the outrageous school fees, but my father (a headmaster) had died when I was about six and so I was given a free place. I suppose that I ought to feel grateful for this wonderful opportunity, except that it was not so wonderful. It was a lonely, boring and unhappy experience and I was glad when it was over. Colditz! First, there were two awful years at Junior House, aka Colditz. There was something sinister, something rather threatening about...