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The schoolgirl in the crowd

Weaving my way through a crowd of rush-hour commuters at Baker Street at around 6pm the other evening. In our midst, a solitary schoolgirl, carrying her satchel, looking downcast.

Surely school had finished hours before, I thought. So where had she been? Why, it was obvious…

Detention started after the other girls had left: an hour of copying the school rules in longhand with her fountain pen. And afterwards: that most lonely of walks to her housemaster’s office, to have to listen to how disappointed he was in her and to learn her fate.

Momentary relief that it was [...]

Corrupting cosmetics

During our recent New York trip, I found myself wandering the aisles of cosmetics store Sephora while EJ shopped for bargains. (Actually, I think I ended up spending more money on things for me than she did for her, but still…)

My eye came to rest on something described as “The ultimate brush set”. I couldn’t help but reflect what a delightful set of implements that must be.

Next, a sign urged me to “Rethink lashes top to bottom”. Start the flogging with a girl’s shoulders… move slowly down?

That might call for their ‘Redness solution’ – although whether making [...]

Smoking on the train‏

Sitting on the train into London last Friday: a loud alarm starts sounding from the end of the carriage. People look round, mildly panicked; what’s amiss? And then we realise it’s coming from the train’s toilet, and must have been triggered by someone smoking a furtive cigarrette.

A young woman wearing a smart suit emerges, looking guilty, enveloped in a cloud of perfume (presumably to mask the smell). And she walks…

… back to her seat, and buries herself in her paperwork. (Interview prep, I’d guess.)

 

… or maybe…

 

… straight into the arms of the train conductor [...]

The empty office

My hotel room in Manhattan for the first couple of nights of my stay, before EJ arrived in town, looked out across the street at a disused office block. When I woke at 5am, there were still lights on in the building, a few forlorn items of office furniture dotted at random around the large expanses of open space.

Just the sort of place, I realised, for the gentlemen to take a girl for their little, long-overdue discussion. To tie her over one of the desks; to give her a final chance to tell them what she knew; to cane [...]

The Academy

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How about this for a door, passed on a stroll through Bloomsbury recently:

See above the door? ‘The Academy’. Plain and simple. No need for extra detail – the girls sent there for education (and, perhaps, reform) would know all about it. “If that caning doesn’t teach you a lesson, I’ll send you to The Academy”, perhaps?

(Actually, it’s a hotel. And, having stayed there a few years ago, a rather disappointing one. But there’s no hint of that from the outside…!)

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