A jubilee-tastic year! We had a school pageant in which all year 5 pupils had to dress up as a king or a queen. We had no choice in the matter but were allocated characters - I was Prince Albert, husband of Queen Victoria, and I remember I had very scratchy trousers.
I left primary school and went to Cheltenham Grammar School with my friend Michael Richardson which was a very scary experience. Not just being among all those big boys but also the journey to school - past a horrible common secondary modern called Monkscroft (or Monkeys' Loft as we so drolly called it - no wonder they always beat us up).
I was into ABBA by this stage, which was perhaps an unwise move in the year of Punk.
CCTA's production this year was The Wizard of Oz and yet again I was gutted to be given the minor rôle of Joe the farm hand, especially when I found out that, unlike in the film, Joe doesn't become one of Dorothy's travel buddies in the land of Oz.
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