Five-Year Diary: Tuesday 16th March 1976
Smith was away again today, which seems to be happening quite a lot. In assembly I revised Le Petit Nicolas.
German: very dull.
French: the same.
You cannot bore someone into learning anything.
Geography: slightly better because we watched a film strip, which at least meant the lights were out.
Break: A walk to and from Winder House along Lupton Lane. I had a coffee.
Maths: we got our marks and I got 54 out of 80. I had rushed it, which was stupid really because I probably could have done better if I’d taken my time.
Music: minor and major, though I got rather muddled, partly because I kept thinking about what I’d done at Mowden for some reason and mixing things up in my head.
There was some talk that the Prime Minister Harold Wilson had resigned. My interest in politics was zero. If asked I believed in benign dictatorship, or a ‘Good King’, as if you could trust a leader clinging on to power and money to be nice. (I met Wilson in 1981 or 1982. He’d pulled up by limo or taxi next to the Oxford Union and asked for assistance. I happened to be passing, and was a member, I offered my arm and led the way).
Lunch.
After lunch I went and bought Mum a big birthday card.
For games we did the Rawthey Way run. The track was clear, over to the Pepper Pot.
We came back by the door at the end of the route and then I went over to life saving.
In the gym we did grips and getting out off.
Project Centre: I made a bish of the wood for some pot I’m making.
I also tried out in an audition for a quartet, but didn’t get in.
Prep: another boy took my ink (we had fountain pens, ink came in bottles) which was annoying.
After that: writing letters, working on a story, doing my diary, finishing the birthday card, and thinking again about the audition.
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