The UK media has one great obsession at the moment; the abuse of vulnerable under-age children, especially at the hands of 1960's DJ, Sir Jim'll fix it Savile OBE KCSG.
I am relieved to say that I have NEVER suffered at the hands of a paedophile. However there was a situation at my Prep' School (above) that always worried me.
English Prep' Schools take boys (and now occasionally girls) from the age of about 8 to 14. They are where you learn all that is needed to take an exam called 'The Common Entrance'; which, if passed, allows admission to the senior school of your choice.
There was a boy at school called Pip, who was probably a couple of years younger than me. He was small with curly ginger-ish hair, and was 'a nice quiet kid'.
It came to our attention that one of the teachers, an ugly man who's name was Murphy (he was also the school choir master and organist), had been putting his hands down Pip's trousers (let's leave it at that).
Pip's mother worked at the school; she was one of about 4 nurses who bandaged scuffed knees, applied steak to blackened eyes, and tried to make sure we all washed regularly.
One day it was announced with great flourish and excitement that Murphy was to marry Pip's very attractive mother.
Those of us who knew about Pip and Murphy were horrified..... and I've often wondered what happened when Pip grew up a bit, and was able to confront his abuser (his own step-father).
Of course, none of us ever said anything at the time. I don't suppose they'd have believed us even if we had.
There; I'm pleased to get that off my mind!
p.s. If you've read, or seen, War Horse, you may be interested to know that Michael Morpurgo and I were contemporaries at The Abbey (pictured above). The school no longer exists.