Thomas W. Hodgkinson

Proof that the British hardly ever had a stiff upper lip

Thomas Dixon’s Weeping Britannia proves that only empire stemmed the flow of our tears

The last time I cried was September 1989. That was my first week at public school.

The reason I cried was that my allocated room-mate, a malevolent pixie named Toby Cox who later became one of my closest friends, had informed me that he ‘knew a lot of people’ at Harrow and he was going to tell them all that I was ‘a total dick’.

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