Concordia
Merchant Taylors’ School
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Following early years at Terry’s
Preparatory School, interrupted by
orderly dashes to the air-raid shelter
during visitations from Goering’s
bombers and Herr Hitler’s “doodlebugs”,
I managed by the skin of my teeth to
sort of pass the common entrance to
MTS – assisted by a bout of measles
I think. Four things stand out in my
memory:
I formed a boxing club which met
in the bicycle shed once a week, until I met
up with my old friend Sandy MacNab who
proceeded to knock hell out of me; so I gave
up that little enterprise. My work handed in
contained more of Mr Riddell’s red pen than
my blue ink. Miss Nicholson put me in the
corner for some misdemeanour, just when I
was dying to go “north”. Miss Nicholson, not
being a mistress you argued with, I sadly left
a puddle on the floor, which luckily for me
was not noticed by the bespectacled Miss
Nicholson. Lastly, I remember our class was
a little unruly and following a bit of a skylark
someone was injured. I owned up to this
and received six of Mr Riddell’s best for my
trouble.
LIV at MTS did not really extend my brain
too much and, again, I got into trouble for
being the rowdiest of a rather boisterous
form, which caused injury to yet another
pupil. I took the blame and another six of the
best from Hugh Elder. With hindsight (sorry
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