Ramsey Sound, Westest Wales

“Good afternoon!”

When I was twelve I was sent to an international school in London. None of the other schools that my parents approached would take me; I am dyslexic. I remember the entrance interview with the head master’s wife. We discussed Star Trek. Yup, I’m a nerd. The students were children of the diplomatic corp, nepos or local flavour such as me.

I remember standing on the stair to the first floor and looking up at an African-American who must have…