My school days were a mixture of hard work, strict discipline accompanied by a forced sports program and home work each and every night. Our uniform was a bizarre mixture of purple and black with the trousers made from a torturous material called “serge.” This material had you feeling like a thousand tiny insects were running up and down your legs stopping only to tickle you with a feather………..it was hell. Our lessons included the basic Math, English, French and German and, of course, the sciences of Biology and Physics.
Then there were the practical subjects of Woodwork, Metalwork and Technical Drawing.
Now, while I was never the sharpest tool in the shed at English and Math when it came to the practical subjects I was thicker than an armored plated elephant and stood out like a Frenchman in a packed elevator on a hot sunny day………………I stank.
