It was when I was an eleven year old in 1's - then still a Junior House.
I distinctly remember hearing a murmuring of a member of the L1V to a member of the 111rd Form. In the cloakroom, by the washbasins! Oh, it's coming back to me now! A furtive look around - lowered tones -
"Do you want to ....?"
Now, I had never heard this word before, and I slunk away, pondering. It had to mean something very risqué. Otherwise, why were they being so furtive?
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! And the word had sounded... bad! Was it?
The 111rd Former had responded with a conspiritorial look. As if I hadn't got enough to worry about, what with my failure to scrub the baths with Gumption to the high standards demanded by the fearful Millie, and Miss Champion bound to be in a bad mood for Geogo. It was all a bit much.
What were the L1V member and the 111rd Former planning to do together?
Did they?
The biscuit game! In my early years, biscuits were unavailable. Deprived of MacVities Digestives by the biscuit free regime, I would have been thrilled to encounter one.
Especially with butter, which was supplied only in a pat at teatime from a tin plate. Although, to comply with the requirements that Alan remembers, the marge, laced with cod liver oil would probably have been more effective.
Wouldn't it be loadsa fun if you boys had a Helicopters Reunion as an Old Blues activity next summer? An opportunity to become the new Champion in one, or even all of the three major categories! I insist on presenting the prizes.
But "Christenings" Sean....
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""