The other half of the notorious Bursary department, Senior Bursar is something of an anomaly among The Fellowship at Old College. Although impeccably educated by way of Eton and The Other Place, Senior Bursar does not languish in academic titlery, being neither a Doctor nor Professor. Whereas Junior Bursar scaled scholarly heights from the humble beginnings of a local comprehensive, Senior Bursar mingled with the elite when he was still in short trousers.
That is not to say that his prestigious beginnings supplement his intellect – far from it. Armed with a double first in economics, the young Senior Bursar was itching to leave books behind and embark ferociously on making something of himself in the real world. Like any self-respecting young gentleman seeking his fortune, he headed to London with his sights firmly set on taking the Stock Market by storm. He spent most of the 80s in pinstripes and wine bars, steadily amassing a respectable fortune. Never one given to the vulgarity of excess, Senior Bursar eventually decided to make one final trade – that of the frenetic rollercoaster of city life for domestic bliss, in the shape of a charming ex-model-turned-philanthropist and two young sons swiftly after.
Now a family man, Senior Bursar sought employment that would offer both a vehicle for his great experience and intellectual prowess, and also allow him the freedom to be a husband and father. Inevitably, Old College found him and the rest is history.
A tall, powerful man, customarily swathed in tweeds of varying intensity, his cut-glass accent and booming voice quickly silenced any mutterings about his academic integrity. He has a particular penchant for biscuits and without doubt his pre-drinks reception drinks receptions are the absolute last word in refined debauchery. However, Senior Bursar seems to have less salubrious connections within the shadowy under-circles of Old College – which make him potentially a very dangerous man indeed.
Lucy Brazier 
Bursars are always interesting people in my experience.
I think that fraught will suit you just fine. Tuck it in under your bowler.
Have a great week. Kris.
They certainly are an unusual breed, I think every decent establishment should have a least one. Actually, no more than more – if they start herding they become problematic.
Thank you Kris, I was rather hoping to add a swagger to fraught and with a bowler hat this seems more than possible. Have a super on yourself. Sending hugs and cake.
he sounds excellent…and not at all like he should live in a cupboard in a cloakroom…
probably…
I rather like him 🙂 I doubt there is a cupboard devised that could contain the mighty Senior Bursar, but it might be fun trying to force him into one anyway.
(Also – yay!!!!! Saturday was the BEST!!)
maybe a stealth cupboard…disguised as something more fun to be in…
very YAY!! Saturday was blooming awesome…
how about we just do concerned again!!
he might be tempted into a biscuit cupboard, come to think of it…
NOOOOO! Just looking through the footage now – the concerned clips are hilarious. There are a variety of emotions on display – from abject devastation to urgently needing the toilet – but no one actually looks concerned at all! No wonder we had to keep doing it!! 😀
oooh a biscuit cupboard does sound appealing…
hahahah!!
I don’t think I know how to look concerned come to think of it… it just happens when I am concerned…
I suppose it’s good to know that there was no genuine concern in the room! Now, pensive is something rather special. You will be amazed by the pensive 😉
hahaha
was pensive then one where we Edd and were asked for pensive and then did exactly the same thing in unison?
YES!! It was amazing, you and Edd are like twins!! There are some great stills, too. I will pop more up online later today 🙂
hahahaha 😀 awesome!!