Dating.
Though it was actually still part of Lancashire when I first went there in 1968.
Two thousand boys.
Testosterone City.
Fights everywhere, sometimes with the boys, sometimes with the teachers.
Priests with a streak of Sadism.
There was a ritual you had to go through if you had a date with a girl. It went like this – and I will make no apology for having lived through this ordeal many times.
‘Did you go out with some tart the other night?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did you get your hole?’
‘No.’
‘Did you get your finger?’
‘No.’
‘Did you get your tit?’
‘No.’
‘Are you a queer?’
Fairy Hanny 