Uniform
The College uniform has changed very little in almost a century. Though shorts and caps are no longer required, the following remain:
- Black blazer with the school badge on the pocket
- White or grey shirt
- Black/charcoal grey trousers
- Black socks
- Black shoes
- Blue school tie
Until the 1980s, the College blazer and cap were purple for students in First Form (Year 7) - Fifth Form (Year 11), with Sixth Form wearing a black version of the blazer. This was eventually adopted as the main school uniform.
The Sixth Form uniform is a dark grey suit, with white shirt, black shoes and maroon Sixth Form tie (navy blue for prefects). The two ties reflect the College colours. Black ties are awarded to students who represent the College with sporting achievements. Half and Full Senior colour ties are given to students in the Sixth Form, whilst the lower school are given a gold bar under their blazer pocket.
In 2006 an optional black waterproof Gore-Tex jacket was introduced to modernise the uniform.
In 2009 house coloured silicon bands were introduced to identify which house each student belonged to, whilst Diploma students were issued a grey version of the school jacket.
In 2010, a new sports kit was launched.
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