Everywhere you look there are photos of Harry Heasman: standing with the other prefects in the main corridor, part of the victorious basketball team in the sports hall trophy cabinet, and even more surprisingly for someone who witnessed his frequent attempts to murder Arctic Monkeys’ songs, if yo...
I hate the song they’ve given me, I couldn’t pick up the choreography for the group version of ‘Who Let The Dogs Out’ and me, Twilight and Bart Smedley had to spend the rest of the time with our slaphead tutor Mr Packham, doing maths worksheets and discussing a rubbish poem about some old sailor ...