Fourty
years ago I stood outside Dynevor Comprehensive School. I was waiting
for A level results. I was nervous I had not worked that hard. I
walked in and the School Secretary said “Do you want the good news
or the bad news?” I said bad. She replied you got unclassified in
CSE stage 1 typing........ut you got ABC in your A levels. Its only know looking back that the reason I failed typing was that then my mild dyspraxia and dyslexia was undiscovered.
It was a
different world James Callaghan was Prime Minister. There were full
grants and your fees were paid. The Grocers daughter from Grantahm
was lurking at the edge of power.
A
few minutes later my friends turned up and we hung about outside the
School gates in Pell Street In those days there was a tobaconist in
the Kingsway and we all bought cigars. The Headmaster turned up and
glared at us. We smoked on...He did like the Upper Sixth that year we
had organised a Prefects stike over better representation of school
students. There was nothing he could do as we had launched the
strike after the UCCA forms had gone off to the Universities. We were
good activists... and we retired to the Hanbury and stayed there all
day anyway must finally leave for Sicily...see you all in
September.....
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