Old toffs. Old tricks.

I went to boarding school back in the 60s when most of the ‘masters’ had degrees from Oxford or Cambridge and spoke with upper-class British accents. I was 12 and in my ‘formative years’. 

One lesson that’s stuck with me for over half a century is what a sucker I am for that accent. So alluring is it that, whenever I meet someone with a similar accent to…