Mr Porter was — is — one of those teachers whose passion was unmistakable even for the most recalcitrant pupil. In his English classes, plays were to be performed with feeling, language savoured, novels brought to vivid life. So when, what can both feel like yesterday and 100 years ago, Mr Porter — or Tony, as I am allowed to call him these days — suggested that I should involve myself in the school magazine, the offer came with irresistible enthusiasm. I had no thought then of writing for a living (vague memories of wanting to join CID, probably too much Starsky & Hutch) but perhaps he saw how captivated I was by the newspapers in the school library, always starting from the back

Source: Express May 23, 2024 16:46 UTC