70 till early 74 Viperman, Then was asked politely to leave..* ( like Piss off ya shit now!).... Picked up a local newspaper on the seat of the train home ,and found a position vacant for an apprentice chef at the Eltham Barrel restaurant. Run to the joint and the owner gave me the job on the spot as he was impressed with my endeavour. ( Actually I was shitting bricks mum would rip head off and crap down the hole in my throat for getting expelled..... instead when I told her I got an apprenticeship she nearly squeezed the living poo out of me with hugs. (started next day, and yes I am a qualified chef...
* I was blamed for blowing out the shithouse windows in the quadrangle with timing device fitted fire crackers during school assembly..
(Dumb bastards, wasn't firecrackers at all ,was railway line detonators we had pinched and battery/alarm clock wired
Hey Tony, can you stop interrupting our nostalgia trip with your freight woes

ditto ya bugger