Walking to Harlow New Town on a Saturday exeat going to the cinema or the bowling alley.
Fighting off the "town kids"
Harlow Swimming Pool on a Sunday, but earlier than that we used to go a college pool in Bishops Stortford and had to swim in the nude if we had a woollen costume! (Some of the teachers of dubious sexual orientation thought this was fantastic and couldn't keep their hands to themselves!) I remember fighting off a PE master who shall remain nameless!
Pinching "bricks" from the kitchen and toasting them on a portable toaster and selling them for 3d a slice, dripping with melted margarine.
Working in the kitchens washing up on the week-end for 2/-d.
Listening to radio Luxembourg on the crappy headsets and crystal radios.
Purgavie ringing the bell at 07:10 each week-day.
Masters and mistresses names - Pollington, Harvey, Overton, Luckhurst, Langley, Murphy, Stanley, Haigh, Pedro Stevens, Edwards, Perrin, Baillie, Werung, Stapleton, Collier, etc, etc.
Breaking bounds, getting caught, getting the cosh!
Smoking in the outside bogs and the lower playing field.
Kissing town girls behind the gymn and drinking Bulmers cider with them!
The mobile tuck shop.
Twinco plastic cups.
The dumb waiter that used to bring the food up from the kitchen.
The school library.
Getting hit in the mouth by a piece of broken slate thrown by Roger Isaac (unintentionally I may add) - still got the scar!
Dorm raids!
Sadistic prefects - (Miller springs to mind).
Saturday morning school. Sports Days and football and cricket matches.
Good old memories!
Don't forget Pip Allen the science teacher. I met Godfrey Harvey in Slough High Street some many years ago whilst out with Dickie Pope. GH was teaching at a prep school called Long Close in Slough.