Now then Dizzy, your last day, your last visit to my study and, this time, for all the right reasons but, and knowing you, there will still be tears no doubt before we're finished - take a seat
Eh the safest answer ever when confronted by any headmaster on his own turf, last day at school or not.
Now although your spelling is as atrocious as your sense of direction thus referring to three failed attempts to reach London in the middle of the night whilst the whole school slept unaware that I was he continued.
I have secured you an apprenticeship with the Daily Mirror and failing that, there's always the Gasworks to fall back on at which I was somewhat baffled as to what the hell the Gasworks had to do with anything but, at KH, one soon learns to run with the headmaster's jokes - and even laugh at them if it had any chance of saving your hide, or securing an extra iced bun at suppertime.
Well how wonderful of you sir gushed I
All part of my job gushed he even more gushingly" then continued as if to apologise.
I was also doing my duty when I had to beat you on those unhappy occasions as I thought that the way I remember said 'unhappy occasions' that there was only one of us bloody unhappy at the time - me! - but I didn't say so for last day or not, another goodly six wouldn't have been totally out of the question!
So there I was, bound for Fleet Street on the 52 bus out of Burnt Oak that just happened to stop at the Cricklewood Railway Yards - luvely ! all that grease, muck, soot and steam, let me off this bus!!
And so my working life began in the Cricklewood Roundhouse much to the detriment of the LMS and, no doubt, much to the relief of Fleet Street, the Daily Mirror and Jane in particular!