last night while recounting rj stories to two rj humanz juniors i discover no one in their year hadn't heard the mr clemens story before.

when we were still in school, the lit tutor was an ancient welshman called howard clemens who had been an oxford boxing blue in his time. and the story goes that our senior class had given him, for teachers' day, a pair of boxer shorts, across which were embroidered the words, "howard's end."

didn't you like knowing that?

it's a little like the year the girls in our class decided to give the boys socks. we divided up the socks (each girl was supposed to sew on the name of one of the boys - i think i got terence's sock, or was it zakir's? the sewing was disastrous all around, but that wasn't the main idea, anyway. the main idea was that we would roll up the socks, wrap them in aluminum foil, and pelt the boys with them. oh and we tied red ribbons around them. pat and julia went to holland village to get the ribbons. it was thought to add a feminine valentine touch to the proceeding. 1b was that sort of class.