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Tuesday, 3 December 2013
A friend recently invited me for 'Sherry' (very rare here), and it reminded me of a bizarre incident with my 'housemaster', about two weeks before I left school.
Three or four of us were in our study, enjoying our regular early evening glass of Sherry, when in he barged (without knocking) and shouted "Are you gentlemen DRINKING?"
"We always have a small Sherry at this time of day, Sir". I explained, calmly.
"SHERRY?" he bellowed "Don't you know that the drinking of alcohol is against school rules?".
"I'm afraid I've never seen a copy of the 'school rules', Sir" I replied.
"It should be taken for granted, Sir" he ranted, as we continued to sip our very cheap British Sherry. "It should be obvious to everyone". The room fell uncomfortably silent as he screwed at the corner of his gown; a regular sign that he was not happy.
"May I be so bold as to offer you a glass, Sir?" I asked, not knowing quite what else to say.
"Well, that's very kind of you" he replied "I think I just have time for a small one". I poured him a glass, and we all sat down to continue our conversation.
With just a few days left of term (and of our leaving, to join the big wide world), I imagine that he suddenly realised that we were young men, rather than school boys, and that we should be treated as such.
N.B. I remember that cheap Sherry well. It was called 'English Rose' British Sherry; and was ghastly, but very cheap. Our cigarettes, on the other hand, were always very expensive; we usually smoked Abdullah No 36 (?), small oval cigarettes with gold tips.
Why cheap Sherry, but very expensive cigarettes, I really don't know; but that's how it was!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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