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 
Oh man you’ve spent some time with like proper human beings; I’ve just had someone pick up a newspaper and ask, “Is this for reading?”
Actually sounds like you would fit in very well with the College lot 😉
Really? I told her no, it’s for screwing up and stuffing in your ears as a replacement for your missing brain…
It is a travesty that it is not longer used for fish and chips. Nothing like eating your dinner from the face of yesterday’s news.
I’m sure there must be some backwater where they still use it…Hull possibly…
Hull will go up in my estimations, should this be true.
My last boss was from Hull…it’ll take more than chips in newspaper to raise estimations of that place!
Haha! I am just easily distracted by food, is all. Poor Hull.
I think it’s due to be the next city of culture…like what Liverpool was…SAUSAGES!!!
I LOVE SAUSAGES!!
I LOVE SAUSAGES TOO!!! I DISTRACTED MYSELF THEN!!!!
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