If only.

Yesterday was a glorious day so I went up to visit my daughter in Cambridge. Pedalling through the cobbled streets, pretending that I too was an undergraduate, I fondly imagined what might have been. But my education was destroyed when my old grammar school went comprehensive in our final year. Half way through our A levels, we were sent off to a sixth form college that wasn’t even built. The result was that very few pupils got the grades they needed and dozens of young lives went tragically unfulfilled. In truth, I was never intelligent, hardworking or mature enough for Cambridge. But it’s much easier to blame the revolting Shirley Williams, whose own child went to a private school, for ruining the chances of children who weren’t so rich and privileged. But oh, the irony. While we were at that disastrous sixth form college, this record was No.1.