All is well in the world

Harry Clifton was in no hurry. He ambled across the quadrangle. It was a fine day in early summer. The sun shone. The sky was blue. It was all in all a beautiful day. Except is wasn’t a fine day. Not for Harry Clifton, the sixth-form pupil at St. Francis Independent Grammar School; the soon-to-be … Continue reading All is well in the world

Murph in the Headmaster’s Study

A St Francis Independent Grammar School story. Click here for the full series.   Murph was bent over the desk, awaiting his fate. He had been told to grip the far edge of the desk, so he was stretched across it. His school blazer, shirt and white vest had ridden up his back. His grey … Continue reading Murph in the Headmaster’s Study

A Punch in the Face

A St Francis Independent Grammar School story. Click here for the full series.   Christopher could feel a searing pain in his knuckle as he crushed it into the face of the opposing team’s centre-half. Blood poured from the schoolboy’s nose as in agony he sank to his knees. His piercing scream drowned the shrill … Continue reading A Punch in the Face

Housemaster’s Double Caning

A St Francis Independent Grammar School story. Click here for the full series.   “Da Silva in here now,” I heard the order barked out knowing my time had come, so I opened the door and entered the lion’s den. I had been summoned to this room many times before. Nothing had changed since my … Continue reading Housemaster’s Double Caning

Book. The St Francis Independent Grammar School stories

  In this free-of-charge book offering we revisit St Francis Independent Grammar School. St FIGS is a traditional school – traditional curriculum; traditional sports; traditional uniform and traditional discipline. We meet John Allison, eighteen years old and a new boy at school, as he discovers just what that means. The thwack of the cane against … Continue reading Book. The St Francis Independent Grammar School stories

Remembering the Tyrant Headmaster

I shuffled down the passageway that led to the headmaster’s study. I was in no hurry to suffer the consequences of my actions. I still had a few seconds more before I faced that humiliation. I stopped outside the study door and pulled from the pocket of my school blazer a blue-and-white hooped cap. I … Continue reading Remembering the Tyrant Headmaster

A memory

George Harkness hurried towards the bus-stop, late for work. A fascinating discussion about the failing economy in Venezuela on The Today programme had delayed his departure from home. If he hadn’t been late he would never have seen the young man. He saw him as he turned out of The Avenue. He was equally in … Continue reading A memory

Reliving old times

They both saw each other at exactly the same moment. Twenty or so yards across the almost empty new Brocklehust Shopping Centre. Anthony wasn’t sure at first. The man was a little heavier than last they met. His jowls were flabbier too. There was a little less hair and it was greyer, but there was … Continue reading Reliving old times

The St Francis Independent Grammar School stories

In the latest free-of-charge book offering we revisit St Francis Independent Grammar School. St FIGS is a traditional school – traditional curriculum; traditional sports; traditional uniform and traditional discipline. We meet John Allison, eighteen years old and a new boy at school, as he discovers just what that means. The thwack of the cane against … Continue reading The St Francis Independent Grammar School stories

Housemaster’s double caning

“Da Silva in here now,” I heard the order barked out knowing my time had come, so I opened the door and entered the lion’s den. I had been summoned to this room many times before. Nothing had changed since my last visit: a large bookcase stretched across the wall in front of me. To … Continue reading Housemaster’s double caning