Drinking without due care (for their parents)

I say, Rupert. Another snort for the road?

This weekend, eight Sixth Form pupils at Eccentric School. com find themselves either suspended or having to undertake severe punishments for drinking during afternoon school last Wednesday: boys who cause no end of trouble around the school campus in one form or another – arrogance, cheek, laziness, lies, baseness, lewdness, sexism – you get the picture? And for some, it’s not the first time they’ve been caught, either.

Of course, it was only by pure chance that these self-possessed adolescents (children in the eyes of the law, no less) were discovered, swilling pints down their necks at a secluded country pub just a twenty minute walk away from the school.

And who should discover them? Why, a recently-demoted Housemaster, known for supporting ‘his boys’ to the hilt against his colleagues, especially if they were women. After all, who could expect someone of the old guard to accept the word of a woman? I digress.

And what of the Demon Headmaster? Well, he’s cacking it. The more these situations go on (and I can assure you they go on constantly), the greater the chance they will get into the press. After all, Eccentric School.com is meant to be a world class school. Poof!

The final thought, though, has to go to the trusting parents of these eight naughty boys.

After all, how would you feel if you had to shell out almost £30,000 per annum on school fees, for at least five years, to discover that your precious offspring is peeing it all away against the wall of the local boozer?

Betrayed.

Maximillian

Today, we took some of our Upper Sixth pupils to an adventure centre for some team-building activities.

Has anyone seen my water bottle?

It was a good day, good weather, good company…….you get the picture? It was just good to be out.

Until one of the little darlings – our aforementioned Maximillian – decided that, instead of asking the coach driver to stop the coach so that he could go to the loo, he would secretly move to the back of the coach (behind the backs of his peer group and teachers innocently watching a DVD to the front), stick his member into an empty water bottle, and proceed to pee into it. With female pupils and staff present on the coach as well!

This boy, rich though his parents are, clearly has little or no knowledge and understanding of what is acceptable or unacceptable behaviour. As stated in previous posts, money cannot buy good manners.

And guess what? He’s also one of those animals who’s been running around out of control in one of the boys’ boarding houses. Surprised?

If only the press could get their hands on what’s going on at Eccentric School.com, then the high profile press coverage, which the Demon Headmaster is constantly courting, would vanish overnight.

And so would his peerage………

Alex the Flirt

Many apologies for not posting for so long. It’s just I’ve over-blogged myself and am rather in need of a rest!

However, something happened yesterday which has prompted me once again to let you all know about it….

And why? Because it’s important to know what has been going on in some of the most prestigious public schools in the UK – right at the heart of the English Establishment.

My book ‘The Grim Rupert’ is based upon fact. Based, in fact, on teachers I have worked with in English boarding schools, teachers who have dangerously dabbled with the pupils in their care – sexually. The schools I have called ‘Queensford School’ and ‘Faggs School’ are both well-known schools nationally, particularly the latter.

In the UK, it is illegal for a teacher to have any sexual relations of any nature with a pupil in their care – right up to their 19th birthday.

Yesterday, I saw Alex, totally out-of-the-blue, walking towards me, with his young rugby squad for a match at my school!

Alex worked with me at ‘Queensford School’ and it appears he’s now teaching at another famous boys’ public school in South London. At ‘Queensford School’ he was well-known for dabbling with the young girls in the Sixth Form, along with his other teaching colleagues – all bachelors – characters I have called ‘Grunt’ and ‘Burper’ in my book. Alex’s character name in my book is ‘Flirt’.

These bachelor teachers, stuck in a quiet market town not that far from London, had little else to do with their social time other than fraternise with these impressionable girls. It is also thought they were all investigated by the local county Child Protection Officers for such illegal dealings. It appears ‘Grunt’, ‘Burper’ and ‘Flirt’ were good liars – because they are all still teaching.

And what about the headmaster of ‘Queensford School’?

What he tried to do for the main character in my book (‘Justin Rupert’) was to offer to get him a job at a famous boys’ independent school in the north of England, knowing full well that ‘Justin’ had committed sex offences against his female pupils. As headmaster, he should have reported the incident to the authorities AT THAT POINT IN TIME but he did not! A very stupid thing to do, ‘Mr Terry Adams’! As headmaster, you should have known better. Look what happened to the Rev Tim Hastie-Smith at Dean Close School.

So, it therefore now looks as if the same plight has fallen upon Alex the Flirt.

That is, kept as far away as possible from the young girls! At a boys’ school.

He’s at his new school in South London by the skin of his teeth.