My school (a reasonably respectable grammar school) was putting on a performance of Macbeth – I had a
minor part in it which involved rushing (with loads of others) from the back of
the hall, through the audience, screaming and shouting as we stormed the stage;
we mainly shouted “Avjo”, it being a battle cry of the school incorporating the
headmaster’s first name. Moving around
the school grounds whilst my towering histrionic talents were not required, I
did what many 14 year old boys did in those days – had a cigarette; a master walked the other
way and his only action was to say that I probably should not be doing that.
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