I have three memories of Spencer John; which is probably three more that he has of me.

The first is that he was caned by the headmaster.  This was rare at my primary school and the shock which reverberated through the school community was rather thrilling.  Someone was smacked most days in our class – but to be cane was a sign of true wickedness.  His crime?  I can hardly bear to write it; I’ll put in asterisks so as not to offend.  He sp*t at someone.  I understand if you need a break now.

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