Schools are strange institutions, and Cuthy's (St. Cuthbert's Grammar School, Newacstle upon Tyne) was strangest of all, staffed by a motley mixture of Catholic priests and lay staff, and attended by small boys from all over the north-east of England. It says a lot about the strength and nature of tis culture that Jim Berryman's stories of Sting's early days at the school ring exactly true.
Some of them were new to me, some I'd heard before, and only two of those known to me (the day a pupil ran amuk, and the day Wild Bill Hemmie, the chemistry master, blew himself up) weren't there.
If your reaction is that the book sounds inbred, of interest only to ex-Cuthy's pupils; or only to Geordies; or only to Sting fans, you'd be wrong. It's so funny! It's a book for anyone who doesn't mind laughing himself or herself sick.
Find out about the lad, uncertain of the meaning of 'adultery', in the confessional with a deaf priest while a horde of small boys, which grows by the minute, listens in in delight. Discover how Berryman, Sting and the lads tried to make an honest crust by opening a book at the horse-races. Learn how Cassa the headmaster got egg on his face every time he opened his mouth.
Aw, I suppose it still sounds very local. It isn't! You'll just have to buy it to find out. Do it; you'll be delighted.