I'm speaking from twenty five years ago, but I got a place at Cambridge from a shitty northern comprehensive. My ability to do this was, I think, down to the fact that my mother's family were refugees to Britain and growing up in that familial environment gave me a wider perspective than my school peers on pretty much everything.
But when I got there, holy moley, was I a fish out of water. It wasn't just the private school confidence, public speaking experience, and all those other benefits, it was the incidental knowledge that my mostly privately educated cohort had about the subject that shocked me most.
I spent the first two years of my degree solidly locked away, studying like mad to try to make up for everything I didn't know. I reckon I was about three years behind them all, even though we all had the same A level grades.
And that feeling never quite left me. I sometimes now find myself thinking: "shit, what is it that I don't know here?"
I think, really, what we are discussing is one of those eternal implications of the human condition: some will always have more, some will always prioritise differently, and all those factors will always affect a child's life path.
And Oxbridge doesn't necessarily deliver a life of contentment or riches. It seems to me, looking at my old college friends, that the one thing that governs happiness and financial comfort, above all, is the choice of partner they make in life.
Yet we don't seem to focus on educating our children about that decision, even though the implications are huge. We accept it as a kind of fate.
Odd, no?