The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
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Monday July 9, 1973
My last full week at Benton Park Grammar School. After two long years of laughs, tears, bliss, poignant momemts, hilarious moments, happy moments, boring moments, grande moments, memorable moments, odious moments, opaque moments, obscene moments, frightening moments, terrifying moments, and non-existant moments. Oh, it is all to end this week.
If I had gone to Prince Henry's Grammar School instead of BP, look what would have happened:
a) I would have had a decent education
b) My fluency in the English language would have come about (see what I mean)
c) June (Blissful) Bottomley would have never entered my life
d) ....er I can't think of a d
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