aphrodisiac properties.
We were only 15, Rosemary and I, when we were overtaken by an urge to
conduct experiments of a biological nature during our school trip to
Scarborough. The urge was urgent (well, obviously) insistent (really,
I insist) and rendered us both temporarily demented.
The theme of the day's outing was geography. At least, it had been
untilwe two bold adventurers discovered the secluded, rather idyllic
herb garden, wherein the birds and bees were displaying a pronounced
fondness for titbits and pollen.
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'What were you thinkingof,' asked the judge.
'Dunno,' said I. I mean, what's thinking got to do with instincts?
'So why did you do it?' the judge persevered.
Rosemary nudged me affectionately in the ribs,only breaking a couple,
and whispered, 'I bet he never when he was a lad!'
'Never what?' I asked. 'Ouch!' I added (they grind together most
painfully when they're fractured).
The judge did sound a mite envious and had a faraway look in his one
remaining eye.
'It seemed like a good idea at the thyme,' I explained.
The judge didn't get it.
But we did (18 months).
(I have the nagging feeling that this should be a song ... ).
( 1 Nowadays re-brandedas The University of Wherewithal)
( 2 The offence? - being young)
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