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Jonathan Clements – a gentle and sensitive financial writer
I am sorry to hear that Jonathan Clements has died . I have read with some humility the obituary he has written for himself. It includes a couple of paragraphs about his schooldays, he hated where we went to, he … Continue reading
Private school fees are driven by market forces not pension costs
Let’s put a little context around this. I was a boarder at Bryanston School in Dorset. This school publishes its school fees on its website These fees may seem affordable until you clock that they are not for a year … Continue reading
Bunk? Actually it’s a grand idea
My old school, Bryanston in Dorset, runs days when old lags like me can meet young bucks with bright ideas. A couple of years ago I went to a presentation by a firm called Bunk – whose founders , fresh … Continue reading
I wonder about schools rugby.
As I wondered around my old school – Bryanston – I felt nostalgia for the late 70s (when I was a pupil), wonder for the educational business I was being shown and fright at the conclusions I was drawing with … Continue reading
Banahan, Burgess and a Bath night out!
Most of this winter has been spent watching Yeovil Town lose, with the prospect of a home cup tie against Man Utd looming, I’ll be traipsing down to the Huish on Tuesday night to will them to a rare … Continue reading
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Tagged Bath, Bath Rugby, Bryanston, Burgess, Matt Banahan, North Dorse, rugby, Sam Burgess
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My mother and father
I wish I had written every decade of my life, 500 words on how I felt about my Mum and Dad. I could chart my relationship from utter dependency, through a growing appreciation to full or partial dependency on me. … Continue reading
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Tagged Bryanston, Dorset, Dorset County Council, England, Father, Forest Gate, Mother, Welwyn Garden City
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WE’VE GOT OUR POPCORN PENSIONS!
There have been a few times in my life that I have felt completely happy, the birth of my son, winning a scholarship to Bryanston and a telephone call received yesterday evening are three that spring to mind. Moments when your sense of self-worth is captured completely in the realisation that something wonderful has happened. Continue reading