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Sir Dot's cloak

MORE ON Sir dot Bob, that dashing knight of the selective table. Following last week's tale of the one-time Mr Balchin's delightfully grand e-mail address, Sir.Robert@..., the Diary can reveal details of the cape he has been seen swishing around town.

It is, we learn, a full-length black, woollen number with white satin lining, brass buttons and a little chain across the front and, like his silver-topped cane bought after falling from a gondola, was the fortuitousby-product of misfortune.

Dot tells us he suffered not one but two frozen shoulders shifting a set of tea chests while imagining he was 30 years younger. "I couldn't get my overcoat on at all," he says. "It was the perfect excuse to fulfill a lifetime's ambition to own a cloak."

He adds: "I certainly don't wear it to visit schools," (Bob is fighting the imminent destruction of selective education) "but it has kept me warm right through the winter."

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