Friday 28 July 1952
The end of my first summer term. On consulting my punishment book, I see that I have administered 151 strappings, 98 canings and sundry other punishments of the kind that make it hard for a boy to sit down afterwards. It sounds a lot on paper but, in a tough inner-city school like ours, it is imperative that the head teacher shows who is boss.
Taking a well-earned holiday in the south of France, near a little village called…