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 you look carefully at the cast photos of Oliver! outside the drama studio, you’ll see he makes a pretty convincing Artful Dodger. It all makes sense now, the stuff he told me about his school: the music teacher who wanted to mother him, the funny-shaped corridors, the mad PSHE guy who always carries a Tesco bag. But even if I have to keep my distance for the next ten months, I’m still glad to know he’s doing okay – better than okay. In fact, if you’d told me four summers ago that he’d end up as ‘deputy head student’ I’d have said you were crazy. And I couldn’t help smiling when I saw him chugging up the hill this morning on a little red moped (a 50cc Honda City Express).
