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James Delingpole

I wish I had kept my Brummie accent. I’d be taken more seriously

24 March 2018

9:00 AM

24 March 2018

9:00 AM

‘No one wants to send their son to Eton any more,’ I learned from last week’s Spectator Schools supplement. It explained how parents who’d been privately educated themselves were increasingly reluctant to extend the privilege to their offspring; some because they can’t bear for their darling babies to board, others because the fees are way out of their reach, or because class prejudice is so entrenched these days it means their kids probably won’t get into Oxbridge.

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