THE 12 YEAR OLD ME. BEATEN WITH A CANE. HEAD BASHED IN TO A FIRE HYDRANT BY A TEACHER.

This is what happened at my school. All normal for the late 1970s. Didn't think about it too much. Then a chance encounter brought it all back to me.

   A corporate Sunday lunch in Oxfordshire. As the other guests, all complete strangers to me, wander from delightfully curated experience to elegantly table-scaped lunch and onto an epicurean wine tasting s…