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Having your adolescence at an all-male boarding school is just crap.
My parents divorced when I was seven. Because divorce is messy, for good or ill, they sent me to boarding school.
Being at boarding school in the pre-internet era, especially a boarding school tucked away in the Oxfordshire countryside, was like being in a cocoon. You had your own life; world events happened elsewhere.
I have an addictive personality. Boarding school merely sent me more quickly on the downward spiral that dominated my childhood.
At boarding school you had to wear your name across your chest and your back, and obviously I had a pretty funny name. It wasn't Brown or Smith or Hughes.
I was not a classic mother. But my kids were never palmed off to boarding school. So, I didn't bake cookies. You can buy cookies, but you can't buy love.
I'm the first to admit I've had a sheltered life. I grew up in the country and went to a boarding school. It was all just part of the business - be nice to everyone and all that.
When I was 12, I went to boarding school, where I discovered the computer, which meant I no longer had to write something down and get someone to play it, I could just type it into the computer and hear it back.
I probably deserve a bit of a kicking. And having been to boarding school, I've learnt to enjoy a good beating.
