I grew up at Eton College, the poshest school in the world. It was an odd place to live, albeit ludicrously beautiful, with its gleaming towers and abundance of playing fields. The boys, as they are called, bobbed about in their tail coats, looking like small penguins rushing hither and yon across the streets, very much relying on strength of numbers to…
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