Monday, November 26, 2012
I have to admit that I was rather reluctant to post these here at first,
as my instructor Herman Bagstock could have probably sued me for libel
if he found these. However, he's very fortunately dead, so this can go
on the internet and I don't have to worry about a thing.
This is the third of a series of stories I wrote when I was a schoolboy
at Eton. They've been dubbed 'the Dirty Schoolboy Papers' because
they're extremely inappropriate because when you're around that age you
think that sort of thing is hilarious.
All names, including the surnames of my friends, have been changed because when I wrote this I didn't want to get in trouble.
