He stroked the felt badge on his old school blazer with affection. He should have thrown the blazer away years ago, as he never wore it, and it smelt of mothballs. There it was, hanging on a polished wooden coat hanger, on a brass rail within a rather knackered old wardrobe. He sighed and remembered his school days. They were happier days and simpler times. It was seven whole years since he’d left the sixth form. He had b...