I couldn't get the page to work, but no matter, on leaving school they told me I had the IQ of a dead slug. They may well have had a point, but I did use my initiative to get into Grammer skool. Due to illness I took the entrance exam alone in the deputy head's office. Having been baffled by the maths questions, figures all swimming in front of my eyes, I desperately went rooting around his desk for inspiration. The fool had left a pocket calculator in his top draw, quite a rarity in 1976. Anyway I got full marks in maths but was told to show my workings in future. There was even talk of a scholarship to Oxford, but in fact I never did pass maths at O level. I like to think I'd have been a great asset in a POW camp though.
