My Mum knew right from wrong. Don't we all in the end? And I feel like we might need a small tale of resistance this week

Blurred lines. That was the Seventies, wasn’t it? Everything all hung out and no one minded. It was, we were told, OK to perv over 13-year-olds, especially the ones in school uniform. No one quite knew what was wrong or what was right. Except it just wasn’t like that where I lived.

I’d annoyed everyone by passing the eleven-plus. The headmaster of my pri…