I think I am a little older than you c, I escaped in '74. They were all much of a likeness. England was awash with sub-standard boarding schools that were basically dickensian relics that had refused to die an got away with it because no-one new how **** they were.
Some new standards, enforceable by law, were introduced in the late 80's sometime which saw hundreds of them closed down.
I think my place was probably quite brutal if you were one of the chaps who weren't as described. I've met a couple of them in later life and they've told me how unhappy they were. I was oblivious to this at the time, of course, because no-one is more solipsistic than a kid.
Also, I left the fact that you had to be white and Christian off my list. God help you if you were brown or a four-by-two.
The great fun I had at school was most definitely in spite of the school and nothing to do with it.
I shudder to this day to recall the brutal bullying that was a reality for the less popular, the dim and the fat ( we reserved a highly refined and quite vicious odium for fat people).
Yes. Fatness meant instant bullying back then. There was a chap called Jupp whose jelly-like frame would make him a constant target for vicious towel flicking after swimming. It has to be said there was a certain sadistic pleasure to be gained from watching his flab wobble when you caught him with a good one to the belly.
I suppose with hindsight that that was probably bullying Mind you, there was a big fat Chinese lad called Pete Lam who you didn't mock because he was enormous and would fück you up if you did.
Well quite. There was a chap I recall was mercilessly tormented until one day he lost it and delivered a comprehensive and quite bloody shoeing to the tormentor-in-chief. None of us knew he could scrap and the bullying ceased immediately of course.