I think it's the cold I remember more than anything. Freezing when you arrived, freezing all day, ridiculously freezing on the rugby pitch / gym, and then... the joy of an arctic changing room in which to shiver, secure in the knowledge that some **** would flick you with a towel and raise a weal like a buboe on your bottom.Originally Posted by Burney
Mondays were especially shït in winter. We always had rugby on Monday afternoon. The pervasive reek of of Deep heat and sweaty teenage boys and Mr Dodd (a convicted pedofiddler) 'joining the scrum', 'keeping his hands warm' down the front of his tracksuit trousers and 'making sure we'd showered'.
Character-building, mind.
And the most you had to look forward to at night was boiled mince and Coronation Street.
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