From January 1973 until July 1975, a sad little prepschool boy was keeping a sad little diary of his days at Marsh Court in Hampshire. Mostly dull, usually self-indulgent, occasionally baffling, often cryptic, and - once in a very long while - quite interesting. Nowadays you'd call it a Twitter account. And one more thing: in those days, getting 'blown' meant being told off.
Friday, 6 April 2012
A little housekeeping
As much as I'd love to post comments about the sexual depravities inflicted on certain pupils by by certain members of staff, I can't really put them up here - even if they are true!
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