I’m not a lover of tradition. The school I attended in my youth was all gowns, mortar boards, titles, oak panelling, Latin mottos, and a penchant for male self-regard. I hated all that. It felt like a language I couldn’t speak, and as an individual I responded to warmth and informality instead. This is still my nature today. As an employee of a youth charity, I can say with complete certainty that not a single child or young person in... Read more















