When I was in 6th Form I gave the twin sons of my local Tory MP a particularly hard time
In fairness he was a twat, but nothing in JRM’s class of fuckwittery, but he did seem in my opinion to have imbued his socially awkward offspring with a sense of snobbery and self entitlement that would make BoJo blush.
So at the first weak opportunity I misused my privilege as a prefect to hand them both 400 word essays with the title of ‘Why being a spoilt Tory brat is wrong’.
Suffice to say after a phone call between the Right Honourable Member of Parliament, and Headmaster - OBE and Head of the Olympic Canoeing Committee or some such, I was summoned to the see The Beak.
I was informed not to expect the essays to be submitted and that I was to be relieved of my prefect duties (which largely consisted of confiscating cigarettes from years 1-5) , effective immediately.
Furthermore, any additional transgressions would see the withdrawal of my gymnastic coaching, and with it the end of my weekly visits to the girls school across town to spend the afternoon ogling girls on the trampoline
There were no further transgressions (that were discovered )
Not the same at all. Doorstepping a family with shouting and aggression is wrong always. Had it been Lord Snooty on his own then different rules apply.