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Moab is my WashpotI wear mine, like ironically … ‘Yes, but you still wear it. You don’t have to, you know. I once got out my old Stouts Hill boater and wore it to school. This enraged a School Pig I encountered on the way. ‘And just what the fuck do you think you’re doing wearing a boater?’ ‘But this isn’t a boater, Merrick, it’s a sun-hat. I am highly susceptible to excess heat.’ ‘You’ll be highly susceptible to a kick up the arse if you don’t take it off.’ This morning though, I’m thinking of nothing in particular. Still settling back into the rhythm and enjoying the fact that there is a whole crop of new boys who are now the lowest of the low. Indeed, I have to train one of them for the fag test. I will be taking my 0 levels this year. Fourteen seems a young age for them, but in those days, if they reckoned you could do them, you did them. I would take my A levels two years later and leave school at sixteen, then university at seventeen, that was my future, all charted out before me. That was how things were done then. If they felt you needed an extra year to cope with 0 levels, you were put into a form called the Remove ...» |
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