
My first one was spent out all night dodging police and running amok at Black Hill, then a breakfast before venturing across the road to the school for our last day, with our uniforms in disarray and written all over.
Brother Calhill (or Satch, as we used to call him - R.I.P) almost had a heart attack as he was a uniform freak - and was quite often seen dragging kids by their ties into his office to confiscate jewellry that wasn't within the school rules. (BDP2 or Rog will back me up here

My 2nd one, I actually just pulled an all-nighter at Jules with my best mate(as we were 18 then


There are other stories amongst those stories, but they're for another time
