I have a confession to make. I WAS PERCY. That may not mean a lot to many of you, but it might mean something to Peter Barlow.

About nine years ago, Peter began receiving mysterious messages from a man named Percy, who claimed to be speaking on behalf of the students. Percy would write some rather cheeky letters, complaining about various aspects of school life and demanding that action be taken. I took great care to embellish the letters with every kind of familiarity and liberty that I would never have gotten away with were it not for the pseudonym.

The funniest part was that Peter began to suspect Andrew Peckham of being the culprit, Andrew being head of music at the time (perhaps still is, I do not know). Andrew knew it was me, and immediately ratted on me (the sneak) when he saw he was the main suspect. Good on Peter! He refused to believe that a sensible, well-behaved boy like David Kernick could ever be behind such a scheme, and Peter continued to believe Andrew wa! s responsible.

Thanks, Andrew, for carrying the can!