Monday, 5th September 1960

With my cap on my head and my satchel in hand I set off one day for a strange foreign land No more for me my comfy first school I was off to a place where REAL learning did rule My old junior school was just down the road Perhaps half a mile from my parent's abode Where once I could walk there without any fuss now the journey, for me, was by bike or by bus That first day of 'big' school I remember so well Standing outside to wait for the bell They herded us first years into a big hall where we stood looking lost to await the roll call One after another they sorted us out I hadn't a clue what 'twas all about Into our classrooms we were all lead where, for our teacher, we waited in dread At last he arrived dressed in mortar and gown No smile on his face, just a very stern frown 'Alright you boys', he said with a sneer 'My name is Joslin, I'm your form master this year' He looked like a skeleton, thin and quite tall No sense of humour did he have at all Jack Joslin his name, but known as 'The Ripper' His weapon of choice was a well worn gym slipper