It is with great sadness that I have to relate the story of the death of my beloved Headmaster, Mr Christopher Peacock. He was, as usual, interfering in a part of the school he knows nothing about, trying his best to see what kind of learning takes place in a subject he does not comprehend.Continue reading “Sad tale number 2”
Monthly Archives: April 2016
Sad tale
My Uncle died at the airport. He had a Terminal illness…
