Going Steady With A Girl, Her Name Is Julie, November-December 1978

A couple of recent happenings and one imminent happening at the time of writing, mid-October 2017, triggered this early romance memory and some musical connections.

The imminent thing is the pilot of a new piece on Halloween Night 2017 (I don’t think we should read anything into the date) by my old school friend, Rohan Candappa. Rohan describes his nascent piece thus:

What I’m going to perform is a show called ‘What Listening To 10,000 Love Songs Has taught Me About Love’. It’s an exploration of love, and music, and how the two intertwine. it’s also about how our lives have a soundtrack. And how the songs on that soundtrack can both contain and convey so much meaning, so much of who we are.

As it happens, a few months ago (April 2017), Rohan gave me permission to publish a written “party piece” of his here on Ogblog, which I suspect has some of the emerging themes for his performance piece. Here is a link to my cover note and link to Rohan’s (well worth a read) piece, which includes links to several of my own “party pieces” and some music links.

In one of my party pieces, describing my November 1978 party, I alluded to my progression, at that very party, from random tonsil hockey player to a somewhat steadier approach to romance.

Julie was the first person I described as my girlfriend and with whom I described myself as “going steady”. This comparatively deep and meaningful relationship lasted a full five weeks, possibly even slightly longer. So this was a really serious relationship, until it all started going awry, at the post Twelfth Night party at Alleyn’s School just before Christmas – reported on Ogblog here.

The other recent event which helped conjured up these vivid 1978 memories is more obscure. Janie and I have been listening to John Shuttleworth’s Lounge Music on Radio 4 / iPlayer. It is very silly, but Janie and I enjoy the nonsense and of course novelty/comedy music has been very much my thing since I was a youngster. I only recently discovered the fact that John Shuttleworth is the alter-ego of Graham Fellows, who first found fame as Jilted John, back in that very same autumn of 1978.

I was relentlessly teased at the time by friends who knew I was “going steady” with “a girl, her name is Julie…” with excerpts from both sides of the Jilted John record.

Now look, I must be fair on my old friends from Streatham BBYO (the youth club where Julie and I hung out in those days) and my old friends from Alleyn’s School. If one of my pals had been following, almost word for word, the trajectory of Jilted John’s hapless romances, I’d have been up there leading the teasing myself.

But the upshot is, when I look back on the soundtrack of that first steady romance of mine, the only music I can truly connect with it is that Jilted John record.

Perhaps that Jilted John record really is an “exploration of love, and music, and how the two intertwine”?

Or perhaps in my case it “contains and conveys so much meaning, so much of who I am.”

If so, oh dear.

Anyway, try both sides of the record; I must admit to enjoying hearing both again after all this time.

Parenthetically, I’m sure I can hear the riff from the 1980 classic, “Stand Down Margaret” by The Beat in “Going Steady”. Stand Down Margaret has its own place in my life’s soundtrack, a little bit later in my young life, from the University days.

Also parenthetically, Going Steady was originally the A-Side of the record…

…but the Jilted John side went down better on radio play and became the A-side. The “Julie” story is within the better known side of the record – Jilted John:

The Double Dealer by William Congreve, Olivier Theatre, 12 October 1978

What a memorable day and special event; a group of us from Alleyn’s School saw The Double Dealer at the Olivier Theatre, having earlier been given a backstage tour of the National and a few weeks before before that been given the opportunity to “workshop” some of the scenes from The Double Dealer with National Theatre understudies and assistant directors.

Yet, so many years on, I struggled to remember much detail about the day of the theatre visit itself. My diary is not much help:

Thursday: Went to Curtain Theatre – Hillel House – Olivier Theatre. Great day.

So there you have it. Great day. What else would I need to write down? After all, it was such a memorable day I would remember every intricate detail – right? Wrong.

I am writing this Ogblog piece on 12 December 2018, the morning before I shall see The Double Dealer again, for the first time in over 40 years. I might recover some more memories of this 1978 day while watching at the Orange Tree Theatre, but I doubt it. 

So I decided to “shout out” to my old school mates yesterday, hoping that some would chip in with memories of their own. That proved to be a good shout. Here’s Simon Ryan – who in fact shared lots of memories of our Lower 6th drama course – several of which will pop up in other Ogblog pieces in the fullness of time:

The trip to the National Theatre was a Thursday afternoon matinee at the National Theatre’s Olivier Theatre. Dorothy Tutin had a lead role. The supporting actors from the afternoon’s main show, included Gawn Grainger and Glyn Grain (Duncan Foord and I laughed at them rather than with them, I remember).

It was most definitely part of the Drama AO level course run by Mike Lempriere.

Can’t remember the details about other schools attending.

I remember Dan O’Neill knew the guy who gave us the backstage tour and relayed to us that he needed us to give him a favourable review to help him out. (Dan O’Neill’s elder brother, Hugh and the guy who ran the Bear Pit whose name eludes me, (Stephen Fry? ) but who looked rather like a Restoration fop with long curly black hair, both worked at the NT which is why he had an inside track.

I thought that Simon meant John Fry (not Stephen). John was the Journeyman in the Bear Pit’s production Andorra with us earlier that yearand no doubt went on to further Bear Pit glories later. I didn’t recall the foppish hair…probably because Simon was thinking of Tom Fry. Robert Kelly recalls:

The Bear Pit guy was Tom Fry (not Stephen Fry) and he had a younger brother John… Tom Fry was just as you describe, I thought he was the coolest thing I had ever seen when I first saw him. In fact he may still be…

It is interesting that Simon particularly remembers Dorothy Tutin‘s role. I did remember that, but I particularly remember the production for Ralph Richardson, not least because my parents went on and on about it being such an honour for me to see Ralph Richardson perform on the stage, albeit in his dotage.

Coincidentally, I have recently come across Ralph Richardson in a different context; one of the tennis professionals at Lord’s pointed out to me the similarity between my real tennis bag and that of Sir Ralph’s as exhibited in the main reception at Lord’s: 

Sir Ralph’s kit. The legend with the exhibit reads, “…Although not a very gifted player, Sir Ralph was a devotee of real tennis…”
My kit. Mercifully, no legend provided with my exhibit. 

But I digress. My point really is…what a cast! I mean, yes I know I am about to shout, WHAT A CAST!

The Theatricalia entry, with cast and crew for this production of The Double Dealer, can be found here.

Here are just some of the names (beyond Dorothy Tutin and Ralph Richardson) from the cast list who, in my view, either were or went on to be stars of stage and screen:

  • Nicky Henson
  • Dermot Crowley
  • Judi Bowker
  • Brenda Blethyn
  • Sara Kestelman
  • Robert Stephens
  • Michael Bryant
  • Janet Whiteside

Naturally, I am unable to assess how good a production or collection of performances that really was – it was the first time I had seen a major production of anything. I was completely star struck and stage struck by the whole experience. I thought it was simply the most amazing thing I had ever seen on the stage. Frankly, at that time, it unquestionably was. I guess I would be still be thrilled by that production if I could see it now.

Here’s Jerry Moore, talking about the Drama course generally as well as his memory of that particular outing:

It was an enjoyable course and really developed my enthusiasm for the theatre. Mike [Lempriere] was an excellent teacher but I remember he didn’t like Dorothy Tutin.

Funnily enough, I remember being disappointed with Dorothy Tutin too – but perhaps I was simply absorbing what my drama teacher had said and reflecting it as my own opinion. Anyway, what did we know? Dorothy Tutin picked up an Olivier Award that year for that performance.

The other thing I have done, prior to seeing the play again in December 2018, is actually read the whole play, for the first time.

What a simple, singular, linear plot. Just hints of subplot – Lady Pliant’s intrigues (although they are all connected to the main plot) and the parenthetic dalliance between Brisk and Lady Froth – with which I had so much fun a few weeks earlier at the rehearsal rooms. But oh so simple a storyline for a play of that period.

Congreve recognises the simplicity in his (typically late 17th Century style) self-effacing dedication. To be fair, he was only 24 when he wrote this play and I think I can see signs of greater things to come.

Here is a link to the full text of the play from Project Gutenberg – free and available to all.

The music in the 1978 production was a new score by Harrison Birtwistle. I cannot find a source for that, but here is the overture from original score, by Henry Purcell:

I’d love to hear more memories and recollections, either from people who were part of our school party or indeed anyone else who remembers this production.

To echo Jerry Moore’s words, this was one of the main events that forged my lifelong enthusiasm for and love of the theatre. I realise that I was incredibly privileged to be allowed this experience and shall always be grateful for it.

Working With National Theatre Cast And Crew “Workshopping” Extracts From The Double Dealer, Curtain Theatre, 22 September 1978

A simply wonderful experience through the school, spread over two dates. In October we had a backstage tour at the National Theatre and then saw a matinee of The Double Dealer at the Olivier Theatre.

But firstly, on this September day, several of us visited the Curtain Theatre, a place the National Theatre must have been using as rehearsal space at that time, where we had the opportunity to work with understudies and assistant directors, “workshopping” some scenes from The Double Dealer.

Friday: Went to Curtain theatre (acted through restoration) Fantastic time there

That’s all the kid wrote, folks. And so far (writing more than 40 years later, 12 December 2018), my shout out to my fellow pupils has drawn a blank on this element of the experience, but has confirmed that this experience was part of a Drama AO level course several of us were taking with Michael (Mike) Lempriere.

I have a strong recollection of girls from another school (I think Mary Datchelor? or was it St Martins Girls?… no, I remember now… it was Grey Coat Hospital School) being involved on that initial workshop day. The actors/understudies, who were getting us to workshop bits of the play, were trying to get us (and to some extent succeeding in getting us) flirting in a Restoration style, mostly by telling the boys that the girls really did fancy them and vice versa. 

I was allocated the part of Brisk in a fairly short scene (a minor subplot in an otherwise fairly linear play) in which Brisk reveals his (formerly only faintly disguised) passion towards Lady Froth and finds that the physical attraction is reciprocated.

I shall attempt to replicate below the dialogue between a 16-year-old me (at that time only fairly recently acquainted with the physical pleasures of tonsil-hockey and fumbling with girls in the real world) and the actor who was helping me with my costume and preparing me / egging me on, before I tried out the scene with the mystery girl from another school.

ACTOR: Have you noticed the way she’s been looking at you all morning?

ME: No?

ACTOR: I think she must really fancy you.

ME: I don’t think so?

ACTOR: Oh yes, I really do think so. Anyway, she’s a lovely looking girl.

ME: Do you think so?

ACTOR: Oh yes, a buxom wench with a touch of the gypsy about her if I’m not at all mistaken. You should have some fun acting out this scene with her…

I mean, honestly, if the political correctness and #MeToo movements got hold of this stuff, all the institutions and individuals involved would have a lot of explaining to do.

Here is the scene I acted out with the mystery school girl, who was doubtless being egged on by her actress/dresser as much as I was. The extract below is extracted from and linked to the Project Gutenberg version of the play; a project which I commend to anyone who wants to retrieve and read out of copyright texts for free:

SCENE VI.
[
To him] Lady Froth.
BRISK [
Sings, walking about.]  ‘I’m sick with love,’ ha, ha, ha, ‘prithee, come cure me.  I’m sick with,’ etc.  O ye powers!  O my Lady Froth, my Lady Froth, my Lady Froth!  Heigho!  Break heart; gods, I thank you.  [Stands musing with his arms across.]
LADY FROTH.  O heavens, Mr. Brisk!  What’s the matter?
BRISK.  My Lady Froth!  Your ladyship’s most humble servant.  The matter, madam?  Nothing, madam, nothing at all, egad.  I was fallen into the most agreeable amusement in the whole province of contemplation: that’s all—(I’ll seem to conceal my passion, and that will look like respect.)  [
Aside.]
LADY FROTH.  Bless me, why did you call out upon me so loud?
BRISK.  O Lord, I, madam!  I beseech your ladyship—when?
LADY FROTH.  Just now as I came in, bless me, why, don’t you know it?
BRISK.  Not I, let me perish.  But did I?  Strange!  I confess your ladyship was in my thoughts; and I was in a sort of dream that did in a manner represent a very pleasing object to my imagination, but—but did I indeed?—To see how love and murder will out.  But did I really name my Lady Froth?
LADY FROTH.  Three times aloud, as I love letters.  But did you talk of love?  O Parnassus!  Who would have thought Mr. Brisk could have been in love, ha, ha, ha.  O heavens, I thought you could have no mistress but the Nine Muses.
BRISK.  No more I have, egad, for I adore ’em all in your ladyship.  Let me perish, I don’t know whether to be splenetic, or airy upon’t; the deuce take me if I can tell whether I am glad or sorry that your ladyship has made the discovery.
LADY FROTH.  O be merry by all means.  Prince Volscius in love!  Ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  O barbarous, to turn me into ridicule!  Yet, ha, ha, ha.  The deuce take me, I can’t help laughing myself, ha, ha, ha; yet by heavens, I have a violent passion for your ladyship, seriously.
LADY FROTH.  Seriously?  Ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  Seriously, ha, ha, ha.  Gad I have, for all I laugh.
LADY FROTH.  Ha, ha, ha!  What d’ye think I laugh at?  Ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  Me, egad, ha, ha.
LADY FROTH.  No, the deuce take me if I don’t laugh at myself; for hang me if I have not a violent passion for Mr. Brisk, ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  Seriously?
LADY FROTH.  Seriously, ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  That’s well enough; let me perish, ha, ha, ha.  O miraculous; what a happy discovery.  Ah my dear charming Lady Froth!
LADY FROTH.  Oh my adored Mr. Brisk!  [
Embrace.]

It was fun and I recall rather well what the good-looking girl looked like. I also recall that she and I had a friendly conversation afterwards, got on quite well, but I think we both realised that the play was the thing and we didn’t actually fancy each other. Predictably hilarious results averted, no thanks to the mischievous National Theatre team.

In my case, it was probably as much a useful lesson for my next real world teenage wooing experience (which was becoming a more regular feature of my leisure time by that time) as it was a lesson in how to act.

Sadly, I cannot find any information online regarding the “modern” Curtain Theatre – i.e. the place that the National was using as rehearsal space in the late 1970s. Nothing to do with the Tudor/Jacobean period Curtain Theatre. Perhaps someone who knows about it will stumble across this piece and fill in some details.

One other extraordinary thing (to me) that I have discovered about this day, is when it happened. Because according to the Theatricalia entry for the National Theatre production of The Double Dealer, 22 September 1978 was the first preview night for the production.

It seems to me extraordinary that the National Theatre made so much resource available on the day of the opening night for a bunch of schoolkids from a couple of South London schools. Perhaps this was due to the connections that Alleyn’s had or perhaps that was the way of things – by opening night a lot of people had completed their role with the main cast and could move on to sub-projects such as trying to make sixteen-year-old boys and girls even friskier with each other than they would have been without help.

It really was a most memorable day and it made the subsequent experience – seeing The Double Dealer, including Nicky Henson and Brenda Blethyn act out the scene I had worked on a few week’s earlier – all the more special and thrilling. 

I already had the drama bug to some extent, of course, but this was one of the main experiences that cemented my lifelong enthusiasm for and love of the theatre.

An Unusual French Lesson, Alleyn’s School, c5 June 1978

I had a strange Alleyn’s School memory flash this morning (26 April 2017) while walking between meetings.

It must have been triggered by a conversation over the weekend in which a French gentleman named Bertrand was mentioned. I started to refer to the gentleman as Plastic Bertrand, unwittingly. (Yes, I know Plastic Bertrand is Belgian).

Then the memory flash. Summer 1978. A few weeks before our French ‘O’ level.

Our French teacher, the late lamented Trevor Tindale, had clearly become aware that the song “Ça plane pour moi” by Plastic Bertrand was riding high in the pop charts.

Naturally our ‘O’ level chances would be enhanced if we understood the idioms in the lyrics of that song. Also our grades might be enhanced if we thought carefully about improving the lyrics’ dodgy grammar and Franglais.

So we spent a few minutes in class deconstructing Ça plane pour moi.

Please don’t quiz me now on all the nuances of all the words and phrases. I don’t want to shame other less able students.

But still I should in all modesty report that I’m pretty sure I still know what “wham, bam, mon chat splatch” means. I can also make a pretty good fist of translating, “you are the king of the divan”.

I’m guessing c5 June 1978, as the song didn’t reach the top 10 until the preceding (half term) week and I’m fairly sure Trevor didn’t lighten the tone of the class this way just before the ‘O’ level.

If anyone else remembers this happening, I’d love to read some comments on it.

To jog memories further, here is a video of Plastic Bertrand singing the song with the lyrics all over the screen:

 

Andorra, 23, 24 & 25 February 1978

I got involved with “proper drama” at Alleyn’s for a couple of productions. Andorra by Max Frisch was the first of them, when I was just 15.  Here are my diary extracts.

The first block, from January, shows little emotion or detail at having got a decent part in a Bear Pit production:

Friday 13 January 1978, Got a talking part in the school play – I’m the innkeeper – V pleased,

16 January 1978, should have rehearsed – cancelled,

17 January 1978, first Andorra rehearsal,

20 January 1978, rehearsed for Andorra, 23 January 1978, rehearsed for Andorra,

24 January 1978 Andorra rehearsal,

26 January 1978, rehearsed for Andorra,

27 January 1978, rehearsed for Andorra,

30 January 1978, rehearsed for Andorra,

31 January 1978, Andorra rehearsal.

Two weeks in, by the start of February, I’m a critic as well as a performer.  Didn’t I know about hubris?  I was way overconfident anyway – “perfected” is not a term I would ever use now:

Thursday 02 February 1978, rehearsed for Andorra – OK,

03 February 1978, rehearsed for Andorra – OK,

05 February 1978, first Sunday rehearsal for Andorra – not bad,

06 February 1978, rehearsed for Andorra,

07 February 1978, Andorra rehearsal – good,

09 February 1978, rehearsed for Andorra – good – seems to be OK,

10 February 1978, rehearsed in evening for Andorra,

12 February 1978 rehearsal for Andorra in afternoon – a good one,

13 February 1978, rehearsed for Andorra – not bad,

14 February 1978, scene 11 of Andorra perfected.

Matters were bound to take a turn for the worse after that and so they did:

Friday 15 February 1978, Dennis [Galvin] rushed to hospital last night with colitis – Mick Lemp [Michael Lempriere] has taken over,

16 February 1978, rehearsed for Andorra – not bad rehearsal but still looks poor,

17 February 1978, field day and rehearsal,

19 February 1978, rehearsal cancelled as Mick Lemp visits relatives in Exeter,

20 February 1978, Mick stuck in snowdrift, Dan [Shindler] in bed with flu, disaster for play,

21 February 1978, Rehearsed all day for Andorra – Mick & Dan & Den all absent,

22 February 1978, flop dress rehearsal this evening – does not look good.

But the show had to go on:

Thursday 23 February 1978, Yesterday’s flop dress rehearsal lead to an almost empty house [tonight] watching a great performance,

24 February 1978, 2nd night of Andorra – even better than last night – 3/4 house – enjoyed it,

25 February 1978, Last night of Andorra – 7/8 house – performance good – party afterwards – got drunk.

I suffered more than my fair share of embarrassment on the last two nights – written up and available by clicking here or through the link below:

Andorra Embarrassment Story, 24 February 1978

With thanks to Mike Jones, who rescued a copy of the programme, here are scans of the pages:

Andorra CoverAndorra CastAndorra Bear Pit Production TeamAndorra PreambleAndorra Acknowledgements

 

Andorra Embarrassment Story, 24 February 1978

The story of my selection, hubris, decline, fall and this production of Andorra’s resurrection can be seen by clicking here or below:

Andorra, 23, 24 & 25 February 1978

I’m pretty sure my parents came to see Andorra on the middle (Friday) night of the run. And I’m fairly sure the following dialogue (or something like it) took place on the drive home after the show.

MUM: I wasn’t very impressed by some of your school chums in the audience behind us.

ME: What happened, Mum?

MUM: Well, during the interval one of them said to his pals, “I’m looking forward to the bit where Harris has to run around the stage yelling ‘I’m not a Jew, I’m not a Jew.”  Then they were giggling.  I wasn’t going to let that pass without comment.

ME: Oh, God, Mum, what did you say to them?

MUM: I turned around and asked them why that was so funny.  One of the boys explained, “because Harris is a Jew.  But he has to run around the stage saying “I’m, not a Jew”.  Then the boys giggled some more.

ME: …and then…

MUM: I said, “I’m well aware of all that.  I’m his mother and I’ve helped him to learn his lines.  I’m just trying to understand what makes it funny.”  They went very quiet after that.

ME: Oh, Mum.  I’m going to get mercilessly teased on Monday when I get back to school.  Or worse.  Why couldn’t you just let it go?

DAD: I knew it.  I could have told you he’d be upset.

To be fair on the poor boys involved (and I do wonder who they might have been – any confessions?) it was an ironic, rather funny matter.  Indeed, with the benefit of hindsight, my casting in the role of the Innkeeper might well have been based more on my physiognomy than my stagecraft.  In any case, we cast had all had a bit of a laugh about the irony of me yelling “I’m not a Jew” during rehearsals and I saw little malice in the remarks as reported by my mum.

But to be fair on my mum, although I did get some serious ribbing on the Monday (as recorded in my diary), it was not at all to do with my mother’s intervention.  Indeed the poor boys who got my mother’s tongue-lashing were probably more embarrassed than I was about that matter.

No-one would relish a tongue lashing from my mum. Cruel spectacles and cut glass voice to go with them.

No, the ribbing I received resulted from reports of my drunkenness at the after show party on the Saturday.

As to the exact details of my ribbing-inducing party antics, I recall very little.  I do remember drinking far too much cheap party cider – a once-in-a-lifetime mistake (drinking cheap cider, not the occasional over-drinking).  I think the party was at Tiggy’s house, mostly in a rather large garage/out-house.  Or am I am confusing the Andorra party with the Twelfth Night party?…

…on reflection the Twelfth Night one, which was differently embarrassing, was held at the school, in the dining room if I recall correctly.

Twelfth Night, The Aftermath, 17 December 1978

Others who were a bit older (I was only 15-and-a-half) and a bit wiser (almost everyone else who was there) might recall the Andorra after show party better.

Still, my mother’s parental intervention was a pretty cringe-making one.

Oh mum!

Start Of The School Holidays Of Summer 1976, Including A Visit To The Oval & Members Seats…But With Whom And Why? A Belated Alleyn’s School Field Trip, Perhaps?

Nano Banana 2.1 (AI) Depiction Of Surrey v Kent, Midweek, Oval, 1976. (My “small crowd, plenty of kids” description has been taken too literally – I love it!)

Saturday 10 July 1976 – went to A[nil] Biltoo for afternoon. TV Joan Crawford film [probably The Command, which was Joan Weldon, not Joan Crawford!].

Sunday 11 July 1976 – all OK. Lunched at Il Carretto. TV Once You Kiss a Stranger

Monday 12 July 1976 – went to Oval: members seats!! TV Star Trek, Get Some In.

This is Anil Biltoo’s first mention in my diary. In truth, I don’t remember our friendship forming until the following academic year, but clearly we had initiated our friendship towards the end of the 3rd year and saw each other more than once during the holidays that summer.

This photo of Anil from the summer of 1979, in Mauritius. The stick he is wielding is sugar cane.

Not a mystery, just one of those temporal slips that my memory tends to make.

The main memory slip mystery item from those first few days of the summer holidays is the visit to The Oval.

I most certainly remember the visit and I remember being shown around the pavilion, walking around no doubt open-mouthed at the pictures of great players and events from days of yore.

So stuck in my brain was the memory of being shown around, that it returned to me by way of a dream the night before my next visit to that pavilion – 21 September 2005.

Of course I had been to The Oval many times between those visits – not least nine days earlier, to see the magical 5th day of the 5th test of 2005. Other Ogblog pieces will/already do cover such other visits.

But the night before my visit to see Surrey v Middlesex, secure in the knowledge that my reciprocal member’s rights would enable me to use the pavilion, I dreamt of walking through that building. When I awoke, I wondered whether my dream had been an accurate representation of the place or just a dream-like replica. But when I got to the Oval and actually started walking around the pavilion, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, as I realised that my memory, in sleep, had accurately dredged almost every permanent detail of that building. It wasn’t a sense of deja vu – because I HAD been there before; more than 29 years before. If you had asked me 24 hours before that second visit to describe the inside of the building, I could not even faintly have done so.

The memory really is a weird thing.

Irritatingly, my memory has entirely suppressed…

…and my diary is no help with this…

…the answers to the following two questions:

  • WHY did I have members’ access on Monday 12 July 1976?
  • Who was I with for that visit?

My gut feeling is that it was a sort-of end of term Alleyn’s School field trip, organised a few days after the end of term to coincide with a match that was worth visiting. That sort of field trip has Colin Page’s fingerprints all over it.

Micky Stewart – after whom that pavilion is now named, is, of course, an Alleyn’s School alum. He might have been a helpful conduit for such a visit.

But in truth I don’t recall. I just remember the open-mouthed pavilion tour and watching what I thought to be some very good cricket. It cemented my view that I wanted to bowl like Intikhab Alum, if only I could work out for myself how to deploy leg (wrist) spin. Spoiler alert: I NEVER worked out how to deploy leg spin.

Here’s the scorecard from the match we saw in July 1976. I’m hoping the hive mind of the Alleyn’s folk who were with me that fine day can add to my memory of why we were there and what else happened.

After Exams…Results, Serenity, Swimming, School Activities & More, Late June To Early July 1976

Harry Wale, Paul Sherlock & Alleyn’s Boys Playing Water Polo

This piece is dedicated to the memory of our school mate, Mick Carroll, who tragically died in a swimming accident, 26 September 2026.

It really was a long hot summer that year. I sense that the school encouraged us towards the swimming pool to keep us cool after the exams that year.

Some while ago, David Wellbrook wrote (& kindly let me publish) a rather wonderful guest piece about the “what could possibly go wrong?” aspects of that school policy:

Here’s the extracts from my diary for those last few weeks of term.

Tuesday 22 June 1976 – all OK results flowing. Went to help U. George [May].

Wednesday 23 June 1976 – More good results. All serene.

I love the expression “all serene” to describe my feelings about my results being half-decent that year.

Thursday 24 June 1976 – Drama good. TV Porridge & Monty P & 2nd Verdict.

Friday 25 June 1976 – all OK Horniman museum great fun. Interesting.

Ah – I wondered when I wrote up Onkas Big Moka from December 1974 when I visited the Horniman Museum with the school and got to see some of those Melanesian male adornments in the flesh, as it were.

Eighteen months later is the answer. Great fun and interesting it must have been indeed.

Saturday 26 June 1976 – school morn. Lazy afternoon. Lloyd [Green]evening.

Sunday 27 June 1976 – Classes sports day. 3rd in long jump. Dined at Il Carretto.

In my mind I had won the long jump, but I suppose coming 3rd was bronze, which was some sort of prize. I vaguely remember having a certificate for that result, which I kept for longer than the event/result deserved.

Monday 28 June 1976 – came 2nd in class, nice day. TV Star Trek, Get Some In.

Who came first in 3BJ, denying me the top spot? Come on, own up. I seem to have been content with coming second and quite right too.

Tuesday 29 June 1976 – computer, swimming. TV Man [About] The House (D), USA

Wednesday 30 June 1976 – swimming, computer. TV Chimpanzee film [The Barefoot Executive].

Thursday 1 July 1976 – went swimming. TV Porridge, Shadow Line [?].

Three days in a row when the main school matter to report was swimming, although I also note a couple of days fiddling with the computer. That was punch cards, punch tape, dial-up modems and all that palaver:

When computing just started to loom into our lives

Friday 2 July 1976 – went to G[randma] Anne’s, big Ida/Anthony row. TV Invisible Man, [It’s A] Knockout.

Rows involving Auntie Ida and Cousin Anthony were a regular feature of Harris family life back then. This was clearly a big one, given my clear description of it as such.

Saturday 3 July 1976 – exeat. Library morn, Wimbledon afternoon & evening.

“Wimbledon afternoon and evening” in those days would have meant glued to the TV watching the tennis. As a kid, I could only have dreamt of actually sitting there on Centre Court or Number One Court as I have now done many times in my fortunate life.

Borg beat Nastase in straights – having beaten everyone in straights that year:

In those days all the doubles finals took place on that day too, hence afternoon AND evening. We also would have watched much of:

  • Chris Evert & Martina Navratilova bt Billie Jean King & Betty Stöve – Chris Evert’s only career Wimbledon doubles title and Martina Navratilova’s very first
  • Brian Gottfried & Raúl Ramírez bt Ross Case & Geoff Masters – I particularly remember this one being a really exciting five-setter. By the end of it my mum couldn’t bear to watch. Funny the things we remember.
  • Tony Roche & Françoise Dürr bt Dick Stockton & Rosie Casals

Sunday 4 July 1976 – BAD Shalom. Hayward Gallery. Great. TV USA Bicentenary

Bad in capital letters. I think that was the death knell for my Shalom magazine project. But fear not, other media activity sprang forth that summer.

I have very fond memories of that trip to the Hayward Gallery to see the Arts Of Islam exhibition, which I found fascinating. I had just done a school history project on the early history of Islam, of course. My father was deep into art. My mother wondered why our nice Jewish family was taking so much interest in Islamic art and history. Because it is really interesting and informative, mum.

Here’s a review of that exhibition (and other aspects of that festival) from the Telegraph.

Islam Mullaly Telegraph Islam Mullaly Telegraph 10 Apr 1976 The Daily Telegraph (London, Greater London, England) Newspapers.com

Here’s William Feaver waxing lyrical about it in the Observer.

Islam Feaver Observer Islam Feaver Observer 11 Apr 1976 The Observer (London, Greater London, England) Newspapers.com

Monday 5 July 1976 – all OK. TV Star Trek, Panorama

Tuesday 6 July 1976 – swimming good TV Man About The House

Wednesday 7 July 1976 – swimming. Little work. TV [The Adventures Of] Robin Hood

Thursday 8 July 1976 – nice day – last. Swimming. TV Porridge

Forget the computer, it was all swimming by the penultimate day of the school year.

Friday 9 July 1976 – Broke up. All OK. Drama. TV Invisible Man, Bilko.

I have written up this piece just 48 hours after learning that our Alleyn’s School mate from our year, Mick Carroll, tragically died in a swimming accident the other day. (26 September 2026).

With so many mentions of swimming in this piece, some tongue in cheek, I considered holding off from publishing the piece for a while.

But then I remembered Mick’s wicked sense of humour, marinated no doubt in his Irish roots. I think Mick would have wanted me to publish this piece as planned, and I decided to publish it dedicated to Mick’s memory.

Earworm for early July 1976 – I’m pretty sure Mick would approve of this track too:

Three Weeks Of Project Finishing & Exams At The End Of My Third Year At Alleyn’s School, June 1976

Christopher Bangay – scored several centuries that season for Alleyn’s School

Tuesday 1 June 1976 – Worked on [Islam] project all day. TV Man About The House, Jim Cagney [The Roaring Twenties].

Wednesday 2 June 1976 – went to golf club with Auntie Winifred, great.

Thursday 3 June 1976 – Back at school OK. TV Porridge, Monty Python great.

Friday 4 June 1976 – Inspection day, hard, lugging things. Interesting though.

I’ve never been afraid of hard work but I’ve also never much enjoyed lugging things.

Saturday 5 June 1976 – all OK. Hard at work all day.

Sunday 6 June 1976 – Shalom good. JD [Jonathan Davies] kicked up fuss. Hard work later. TV D-Day, MASH.

I dread to think what Jonathan’s fuss was about. Perhaps I spiked something of his. (Article I mean, obvs.).

Monday 7 June 1976 – TV Star Trek, all ok hard work.

Tuesday 8 June 1976 – scored 1st 11 v 40’s club. Great match. Worked hard later.

Strangely, that 40’s Club match was mentioned in glowing terms when Colin Page, bless him, wrote up the cricket 1st XI’s season:

It seems there was not too much to laud that summer in cricket 1st XI terms.

Wednesday 9 June 1976 – More work. No CCF. Exams getting near.

Thursday 10 June 1976 – Worked hard on exams. TV Porridge, Monty Python.

Friday 11 June 1976 – music good. Worked hard on exams.

Saturday 12 June 1976 – all OK. Worked in afternoon. TV Black & White Minstrels.

Sunday 13 June 1976 – Gave out Edition 3 of Shalom, good. More hard work.

Monday 14 June 1976 – Chem & French Exams, OK. TV Q of S [Question Of Sport] Star Trek, work.

Tuesday 15 June 1976 – Two more exams, OK. More work TV Man [About] The house, AC [Alistair Cooke] USA, Destination U.S.A.

Wednesday 16 June 1976 – Hard exams = longest exam day.

Thursday 17 June 1976 – More exams. TV Porridge, Monty Python & 2nd Verdict

Friday 18 June 1976 – Three more exams. Difficult ones.

Saturday 19 June 1976 – No school. Founder’s Day all OK. Prepared for tomorrow’s draw.

Sunday 20 June 1976 – Grand Shalom draw = great. Andy evening.

Monday 21 June 1976 – Last exam hooray. TV Star Trek & New Western [probably The Landlord].

The Grand Shalom draw was a fundraising effort to keep the magazine going. As the magazine quite quickly fades from my diary as the summer gets under way, and other media activities take over, I suspect that “great” simply meant “covered the costs of Edition 3”.

After the exams, perhaps a different medium might be more fun?

Find out how the exams went, what else happened at school that silly season, and where my media interests went next, by staying tuned!

Alleyn’s School In Late May 1976, When, In My Case, Completing My History Project & Helping To Clear Out The RE Hut Took Precedence

RE Hut Clearance Reimagined by Nana Banana 2 -Lite, On My Instruction

Sunday 16 May 1976 – Shalom [magazine/paper] went well, worked hard. TV Who Do You Do, McCloud, MASH, That’s Life.

Monday 17 May 1976 – Hard day. TV Star Trek. Project [Islam] good.

Tuesday 18 May 1976 – Great tennis, won 6-4, 6-4 with Driscoll. TV Tommy Cooper.

Wednesday 19 May 1976 – CCF good. No water polo. Looked at slides [non channel?]

Thursday 20 May 1976 – Clearing R.E. hut of paper. TV Porridge, Monty Python, Call My Bluff.

Friday 21 May 1976 – Parents evening – masters & misses all pleased. Played at Andy’s place.

Saturday 22 May 1976 – all OK. Library. Phillips [neighbours Monty & Vivien], Mays [neighbours George & Winifred] in evening.

Sunday 23 May 1976 – new printing source (no need for stencil). TV World About Us. Crazy film [Otley]

Gosh, yes. My fears that we would need to produce mimograph stencils for our magazine were allayed by someone offering us the use of a spirit duplicator and the rather simpler spirit-masters (carbon-paper-like sheets) which were easier to type up than mimographs.

Our magazine was saved…or rather had a stay of execution…I think the readership might have been getting a bit bored of it by Issue 3. Philistines.

Monday 24 May 1976 – still clearing papers [RE hut]. TV Star Trek, Spirit of 76.

Tuesday 25 May 1976 – X [Multiple] choice exam OK. great fives & tennis (6-5, 6-5). TV D USA [Guessing Alistair Cooke’s America].

As a real tennis player these days, the score being 6-5, 6-5 looks quite normal, as real tennis is mostly played in sets that are best of 11 and quite often result 6-5. But modern tennis doesn’t normally end that way. perhaps at school we played tie-breakers at 5-5 in those days. I remember tie breakers not happening at Wimbledon until 8-8 in those days. That would have felt like a long set for kids, I suppose.

Wednesday 26 May 1976 – CCF good. More R.E. hut – not so good X choice results.

Thursday 27 May 1976 – Working on R.E. hut most of the day. TV Porridge, Monty Python, Call My Bluff.

Friday 28 May 1976 – Field Day. Drill test OK. .22 range, .303 blanks, all in all great.

Saturday 29 May 1976 – library & project morn. got 3rd edition ready. TV Winner Takes All, New Faces.

Sunday 30 May 1976 – no classes all OK. TV Opera – quite funny [Gianni Schicchi]

Monday 31 May 1976 – Worked on project [Islam]. Dad home. Nice day.

It was spring and I can still almost smell the mixture of freshness from the school grounds that spring brings, tinged with the stale smell of paper piles that had been festering in that RE Hut for many years. Some piles were positively turning to compost in there.

I have no idea what the CCF wanted to repurpose the RE hut for, but it was surely a better purpose than an old papers dump.

I provided an earworm of Fernando by Abba in the last episode. But thinking about the RE Hut clearance reminded me of another hit from that autumn/early summer. Get your anti-earworm protectors on before clicking this one: