Tina Brown

And they caught me writing about the head teacher as having, I described her bosom as unidentified flying objects.

And she didn't like that.

So I was thrown out again there.

Again, my parents arrive in the car.

Darling, we're loading up the trunk.

We're going.

You know, how terrible for you to have failed.

with this wonderful young woman, my daughter, and off we would went.

And then, of course, in the car, they would then give me hell, you know, like, what the hell are you doing?

But they always had my back.

Well, you know, actually, yes, I was very good at English, you know, very, very good at English.

I was always sort of first at English.

And in those days, we sort of didn't really care about doing anything except being good at one subject.

I didn't care that I was terrible at maths, games, all those things, because I was very, very good at English.

So my English teachers always did like me and I did get lots of sort of prizes for, you know, essays and all that.

The history teacher really loved me, Mr. Bartlett.

I mean, I still think of him with affection.

So yes, I mean, I had some very good teachers.

I think Mr Bartlett understood it because he thought the schools were ridiculous too.

I mean, these were these boarding schools that were very sort of St Trinian's-y, if you like.