I enjoyed the discipline and solitariness of long-distance running, which allowed me to escape from the hurly-burly of school life.

My old school in Liverpool is now a performing-arts school, and I kind of teach there - I use the word lightly - but I go there and talk to students.

My parents were very strict. They thought boarding school would do me good. So, when I was about seven, I was put in one in India for a while.

I never really studied business in school. I kind of wish I had, but how boring is that?

I was happy as a child with my toys in my nursery. I been happier every year since I became a man. But this interlude of school makes a somber grey patch upon the chart of my journey. It was a unending spell of worries that did not then seem petty, and of toil uncheered by fruition; a time of discomfort, restriction and purposeless monotony.

How I hated schools, and what a life of anxiety I lived there. I counted the hours to the end of every term, when I should return home.