Backstabbing, crying, and a ‘web of deceit’: Inside the fight to get into Trafford’s grammar schools

Backstabbing, crying, and a ‘web of deceit’: Inside the fight to get into Trafford’s grammar schools

When I think about my primary school playground, which I don’t do very often, I think about the big metal gate. I have a handful of memories from inside the gate: the time I played ‘Lion King’ with a long-nailed fellow five-year-old and wound up with a permanent scar across my cheekbone; or when Lewis Ferguson stole my bobble hat and dipped it in a muddy puddle, shortly after which I smacked him across the face with it. But what went on outside …