Dizzying visions of glory, they came all bloody winter. Before the game, the captain asked do you bat or bowl? I did the false modesty thing- stupid thing to do- and talked myself down to number 8. I was offered a crumb: fifth change seamer and got banjeaxed by a 15 year old boy.
The Master of Wellington, Blair’s biographer, Anthony Seldon showed up. As we walked past him a team mate whispered ‘he’s a consummate PR man.’ That said, he really does know how to make you feel important. He said hello but didn’t introduce himself as the Head. No ‘big I am’ about him but you sensed that he knew that we knew who he was. ‘Did you score any runs and have you been here before etc ?’ he asked.
He’s got a business to run. Glad handing parents and warming to everyone because they are a potential pot of cash is part and parcel of his trade. He’s very good at it.
What seemed a bit odd was the dedication showed to him by a teacher we bumped into. She convinced us that Seldon was Apollo himself. ‘He is always available to any member of staff. He takes my call at anytime. I texted him at 4am one day about the girls hockey tour to South Ossetia. He got back to me in 25 seconds. He’s so fair, kind, generous….. he’s really turned this school around.’ The staff are all on message then. But they could all be very very happy. Happiness is a big thing at Wellington; the kids attend happiness seminars. Looks like it’s rubbing off on the staff.
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