'We all live in a pink class room, a pink class room, a pink class room. And our friends are all aboard.....'(sung to the the tune of the Beatles 'Yellow Submarine').
Yes I was in 'the pink class room' of PMC Parramatta as part of the overweight, Quik Ez addicted, Mr Pediford's 4th form science class. There was one 17 ich B&W TV, brought in at incredible expense and great care, in front of which sat 30 or so kids, all dazed and confused, but very pleased to be avoiding another round of Mr Pedifords questioning of the periodic tables
. The front two or three had a reasonable good view of the grainy picture but were still having trouble interpreting what they saw. I was about 10 deep so I had no hope.
Not that I was that interested, despite rhetorical sermons from the Principle and Mr Pediford about Historical moments, I was more interested in thumping Charlie Misfid for letting go with one of his woggy, garlicy farts in confined spaces and generally relieving my discomfort and boredom with visions of Stephine McGrath in wet bra and panties down by the river
.