As school life dragged on, Simon Macbeth had quite a difficult time and was always getting into trouble. It was 1983 when I started junior school, the same year they outlawed caning, something for which I am truly grateful.
In junior school I had more or less the same friends throughout, but I don’t think it was a particularly influential part of my life. I remember to this very day having my confidence and ego dented, when I auditioned for the school choir and it was pointed out to me that I couldn’t sing a note. That’s still something I’m very bitter about. One of the things I’d love to be able to do would be to sing or be musical, but I’m completely and utterly tone deaf.
My early teachers at school didn’t leave a lasting impression on me. I cannot remember the early ones at infant school at all. I can’t remember the names, sex, or faces of any of them. In junior school, however, I had my own parking space in the headmaster’s office.
I think it’s fair to say that I liked Ruben Robson right from the start. He greased his grey hair to the side, his dark thick-framed glasses concealing a face that hid kindness well. He must have been 50 years old and was always immaculately turned out in a smartly pressed pinstriped suit, which housed a handkerchief in his left breast pocket.