Possibly of interest to some, perhaps as evidence of a dying tradition, I attended an English Grammar School circa 1980-ish. The schoolmasters wore academic gowns, the place had its own pipe organ, and people left with a lifelong mortal fear of certain kinds of pudding, not to mention well-aimed blackboard erasors. A complete twilight zone of tradition in fact, now sadly (?) lost to the world. (Interestingly, Tomkinson's School Days feels pretty accurate.) There used to be a Paston School Alternative Website which unfortunately is no more, but with varying degrees of libelousness would most likely have been nostalgic if you were educated at such a place, and a bit of an eye-opener if you weren't. The nearest thing I can find to a good account now is part of Albie's Tales; I have no idea who writes these but he seems to know what he's talking about and names have not been changed – Lamb and Grantham-Hill taught me many years later. (Note in particular the Paston School Song... great days...). If you find the dialect tricky there is a guide here.

Alas, the Paston Grammar School, home at times to the likes of such diverse characters as Lord Nelson and Stephen Fry (read his books, you'll find a mention), is no more. It became the Paston Sixth Form College; a more civilized place undoubtedly, but it still feels like a loss...