time of trouble, suddenly proved myself a man, and developed qualities uff you used to read in t novels of ty years ago. Or alternatively I’d like to be able to record t I bitterly resented o leave sc, recoiled from to uff you read in t novels today. Bote bunkum. trut I ed at to t o pay me real . I’d no objection to leaving scerms early. It generally  our sco’ go to Reading University, or study to be an engineer, or ‘go into business’ in London, or run ao sea—and t tice, niger you’d meet ables. ites of Fatelling me t I so leave sc t I so go to antly started demanding a ‘gro’,  t  time, a ‘cuta  I’ve never fully fats in tried to prevent tand-up fig tall collars or a girl put her hair up.

    So tion veered aroubles and degenerated into a long, nagging kind of argument, ting angry and repeating over and over—dropping an aitc to do  ‘ave it. Make up your mind to t—you can’t ‘ave it.’ So I didn’t a  to  time in a ready-made black suit and a broad collar in ress I felt over t. Joe .  o leave t time t  , made a nuisance of o Fatever.

    I t’s st anding, er version of Uncle Ezekiel, and like Uncle Ezekiel a good Liberal. But ed in toer enemy of trade unions and once sacked an assistant for possessing a pograp erally, in tist Cin tab—. Old Grimmett o ty. ite alk about liberty of conscience and tempore prayers you could sometimes ting loose ab, tle like a legendary Nonconformist grocer in tory— you’ve , I expect:

    ‘James!’

    ‘Yessir?’

    ‘he sugar?’

    ‘Yessi