In the autumn of 1960, we had music lessons for a whole term to learn to sing our school song in Latin. Floreat Bostona!

One timorous first year asked the million dollar question, what do all these words mean..... sir?

Pinhead, the sinister music teacher muttered through gritted teeth - YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT....!

The words of the school song were on a 'need to know' basis. And in may ways that summed up our whole education.

We didn't actually need to know much, except we were there to shut up and behave ourselves. Most of us got quite good at that.