Phil Pascoe
Established Member
At about 15 I had a friend who brilliant(in the true sense). One day he put in a maths paper that was perfect. He got 99%. He went to complain about the 99% to the master (who was old - it was the sixties and this guy had missed the call up for the second Boer War because he was lame. He had a first from Cambridge). He ruled a bunch of bolshie fifteen year olds with a rod of iron - all he had to do was glower at us. He just looked over his half glasses and said only god is perfect, boy - you might like to think you're god, but you're not.