I went to my state Catholic junior school adjacent to the private convent I eventually went to at aged 11. The convent had a quota of non fee payers, I was one, who the order of nuns reluctantly admitted under duress from the parish priest at our church. I think they were always worried that us the lowly non fee payers, albeit Catholics, would somehow taint the predominant and bizarrely non Catholic intake.In retrospect I regarded my secondary school as all nice blazers and straw boaters, but totally lacking in substance. We were mainly taught, and I use the word taught loosely, by half crazed Irish Catholic nuns whose raison d'etre was to imbue us with the notion that if you had sex before marriage you would undoubtedly end up in a mental asylum. I can only remember doing very rudimentary science, a little bit of biology before it got all too nasty and delved into the realms of reproduction. We had loads of domestic science however, loads of RE, goes with out saying really and history taught from an absolutely skewed stance. By the time I was 16 I knew the following things very well, how to make a basic white sauce,John F Kennedy was almost a saint, Henry V111 and Elizabeth Taylor were very bad people. Mass murder and divorce sort of level pegged in the realms of wickedness in these nuns' eyes, but only if the mass murder involved the killing of Catholics. Catholic themselves could murder with impunity it was merely regarded as a bit over zealous and amazingly, sometimes no more than the slaughtered ones deserved. I was also accomplished at saying Hail Marys very quickly under duress and this has stood me in good stead whilst sitting on various runways waiting to be blasted off to assorted destinations over the years. Happily, I have now discovered Diazapan, or however it's spelt, so I don't have to say the Hail Marys quickly at all in fact they are now quite slurred. Even back then I was astounded that anyone would actually pay good money for this out of dated load of old crap they delivered. It seems that some of the fee payers parents laboured under the misconception that a convent education would open doors, because the nuns peddled that false impression by implying when we eventually went out into the world people will be impressed that you were a convent girl. Their feet were firmly rooted in the nineteenth century. It was a surprise therefore a couple of years down the line when I mentioned to people at work that I had been to a convent and men would come over all Eric Idle with a nudge, nudge, wink, wink, "is it true what they say about convent girls". Yeah bloody right it is, the recipients of a rubbish education. I had by this time discovered that sex before marriage didn't put you in a mental asylum, John F Kennedy wasn't likely to be made a saint anytime soon due to his voracious sexual appetite and Elizabeth Taylor wasn't really wicked, just over optimistic. Many years down the line I was also to realise that my ludicrous private convent school education wasn't a patch on my husband's state grammar school education which he still reckons was second to none.