He goes to St Brutus's...

[sawyl]

Mater hosted lunch for a group of her old colleagues, leaving pater and me, like something out of The Chamber of Secrets, left to hide upstairs, pretending we didn't exist, until we were allowed to come down and eat the left-overs. Actually, I suspect that this was partly done to protect our sensitivities — I suspect I'd have been bored to death by all the old school talk — and partly to prevent pater from wolfing down all the food.