I remember the time, Derek West (bottom right)a prefect, walked into London's hair dressing salon and Kenny Caleb and myself were waiting for a haircut. He didn't say a word to us. He first wangled us to the chair, had his s---, s---, s---- and shampoo, paid, asked us if we had exeats, which we didn't, and walked out. In the night he caned us in the dorm. Those were great days!
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