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Robert Palmer's autobiography 1955-1964

| Chapter 5 (1955-57)
| Chapter 6 (1957-60)
| Chapter 7 (1960-62)
| Chapter 8 (1962-64) |
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Chapter 5

1955 to 1957

age 11-13


    Continued from 1952

    I sat my 11 plus at St Mary’s primary school in the early summer of 1955 just before I was 11. I don’t think I had any coaching but Dad may have helped me (he certainly helped me a lot when I was at Hampton Grammar and I have a feeling he helped me for my 11 plus). Anyway I passed very easily I think and was invited to an entrance exam for Latymer Upper School, which had been Dads second choice (his first choice was City of London school). Hampton Grammar School was his third choice. Anyway I sat the exam at the school in Hammersmith and in the maths section there were things that I had never been taught at St Mary’s (maybe fractions), so there was no way I was going to pass and I duly failed the exam. I was then told I was going to Thames Valley. Dad made a big stink about that and said I should go to Hampton Grammar (apparently they were miffed that they were not my first choice) and in the end Hampton Grammar accepted me and I went into form 1A (the top form) based on my 11 plus result. I think I had an IQ test around this time and it was 129 if my memory serves me correctly. I think John’s was around 134.
    I found Hampton Grammar which had about 800 boys terrifying and the work hard going and the boys in my form very bright. I remember after being there for about a week David Brown (who also was in my year at Hampton Grammar as was remarkably enough Colin Ross who was with me in 2 alpha, but never spoke to me) became friendly with a boy called Carpenter (chips) and laughed at me during the lunch breaks because I had got lost one morning and couldn’t find the right classroom. I used to hate the lunch hours because I had nothing to do and I would wander around trying to make it look to the other boys that I did have something to do.
    Anyway as time went by I gradually settled and made friends with a group Seaman (Sebe McIlroy), Morris (Beller), and a ginger haired boy whose name I forget. They teased me a bit but I hung on because I felt too self conscious without any friends. My nickname was Poly (an abbreviation of Polyphemus the one eyed giant).
    Our form master was “Jasper” Parry and he used to give me a lot of encouragement. I joined the boxing club and did quite well. I remember fighting Micky Hannan in the semi final of the heavyweight division. He boxed for the school and I was told he had private boxing lessons. At lunch he walked up to where I was sitting and extended his fist to my chin and got me to do the same. I was very apprehensive, but in the fight I made his nose bleed and only just lost a very close decision. It gave me a lot of self confidence. I subsequently boxed for the school and won. Shortly afterwards they stopped boxing altogether. I also did quite well in cross country running.
    Later I became friendly with Christopher Langham who was in 2 latin A and like me cycled to school (in the first form I took the trolley bus). He used to cycle past 37 and I waited for him. I enjoyed cycling along the cycle lane adjacent to the Chertsey Road, and even more so when Dad bought the white bike from Uncle Jim for £9 to replace my old black bike. I would often leave early to bag a fives court.
    I did not do very well academically and in the second year was in form 2 alpha which was in effect the C form. I did not receive the encouragement at Hampton Grammar that I later got at The Masonic School, and was drifting somewhat. I did write a book about Shakespeare though which I still have.
    A lot of time at the weekends I played with Michael Sacree, and occasionally with Ian Carey. When John was down for the holidays I did most things with him such as table tennis at the Exiles Club and visits to the swimming baths at Twickenham (also with Michael) and Isleworth, and trips to the Science and Natural History museums in South Kensington and trips to Kew Gardens with John and Michael.
    I had mice. My favourite was Willie who remarkably was given to me by Colin Ross, and also Silver. Another favourite was Chippie the budgerigar. Unfortunately about a week before Dad died I turned the lights off (as Chippie was flying) for fun. He flew into the fire and the Stewarts came round and wrung his neck. Even in my diary I put a different story down.
    I avidly followed the fortunes of Sheffield Wednesday and Sheffield United and during the summer the England cricket team. I also kept stamp and matchbox label albums and trainspotted at Twickenham station, Surbiton, Clapham Junction and Kings Cross and even sometimes Paddington, Liverpool Street, Charing Cross and Retford when I was up in Worksop. Throughout 1956 and for most of January 1957 I kept a diary.
    Mum often took me to the Exiles Club and played tennis with me. She served underarm.
    In August 1956 Mum, John and I stayed in Wally Carey’s identical twin brother's caravan at Bognor Regis. Dad was too unwell to come, and anyway the caravan would have been too small for him. I got the small short bed and John got the double bed, but nevertheless complained about the crack down the middle. We looked for Flook in the shop widows. Later we stayed in Mrs Knight’s bungalow in Angmering which was much more comfortable.
    About a month before Dad died I got an inkling that he was getting iller. He had a cyst removed from his scalp under local anaesthetic by Dr Hamilton, and he wore a truss for an inguinal hernia which he was too ill to have corrected surgically. He was in heart failure and would regularly cough up blood, and was tired all the time. Dr Hamilton had warned him not to go to work but he used to literally drag himself there and back every day. After he died (described in my section about him) everybody came to his funeral including John, but I was not allowed to go. He was cremated and his ashes buried in an unmarked spot as I remember (because I did attend that) close to the entrance of All Hallows Church in Twickenham (where Mum’s ashes are also, but they are in the crypt which is a separate building and you walk down some stairs).
    After Dad died (January 1957, he was 51), Mum went to see the headmaster of Hampton Grammar, Mr Garfield, and he said you cannot raise a boy without his father, so it was decided that I should go to The Royal Masonic Institute for boys, a boarding school in Bushey, Hertfordshire. Dad had given ten shillings a week to the Masons, and used to drag himself to the Doric Lodge in Surbiton once a month. I didn’t want to go, and when I sat the entrance exam I deliberately did badly thinking they wouldn’t take me, but all that happened was that I was put in the C form with rather unintelligent boys.

Chapter 6

1957 to 1960

age 13-16


    102 Spring 1958
    at Davos by Alan Perrow
    I reluctantly went to Derby House (E) at The Royal Masonic School in September 1957. I was a direct entrant and so knew nobody, whereas all the other boys in my year in Derby knew each other from the junior school (except Chris Wakeford who was also a direct entrant). I was in form 3BC (essentially form 3C). “Blog” Goodenough was the ineffectual head of house and “Percy“ Thompson the largely absentee housemaster (he lived outside the school in Bushey Village). The fifth formers ran the house and ran riot. The worst ones were Leadley, Howarth, Cotton etc. They had us third formers running around after them (we had to get up early to fill their washbasins from the only hot water tap), and trips to the tuck shop, and any “perceived” misdemeanour resulted in “knobbing” which was a hard knock on the top of the head with the clenched fist, or a boneshaker which was a thud on the head with both hands intertwined. I recall cleaning Leadley’s corps boots and he was not satisfied and hit me on the head with the heel of the boot and I burst into tears. Other punishment was the bench treatment, your bare bottom was dragged across the wooden changing room bench and you might catch a splinter or two, the corps boot treatment when you were stood in the corner and corps boots thrown at you, and the radiator treatment where your hand was held down on the hot radiator. It was like Tom Brown’s schooldays. This was all a baptism of fire for me, but the worst part was my treatment by some of the boys in my own year, particularly Tyrell (his brother was a fifth former but perversely one of the nice ones), Heywood and to a lesser extent Picton and Fawkes. I always remember being “sent to Coventry” and as I was a direct entrant I sat at the end of the meal table with the plates of food passed down, and for a time I received nothing. We had Sunday afternoon walks, and because no one would walk with me, I used to hide in the outdoor toilet for the duration of the walk rather than be ridiculed for having no one to walk with. For some reason which I never fathomed I was called “piggy” Palmer, subsequently shortened to “snouter” and ultimately by Ray Wicks to “gnouta” which stuck with me for the rest of my time there. This was accompanied by a “Yorkshire” eeeeee as I must have had a slight accent. Anyway it really shook me up and as it was sink or swim I applied myself to academic work and sport. Of course you never told anyone, and Mum was blissfully unaware of my plight. In 3BC I came top in just about every subject. D D Kennedy, one of the masters, took an interest in me and told me to ask one of the masters in Derby, Dougal Reid, if I could move up to the B stream. The headmaster Hugh Mullens said that was not possible because I had not done any Latin. Mum offered to arrange for me to have Latin lessons during the holidays, and JDF Smith the Latin master (who sadly later committed suicide) kindly gave me individual tuition. I remember being almost lynched by classmates in 3BC when I foolishly said they were a bit thick when my promotion was imminent.

    In 1958 Goodenough was expelled for going out with one of the Irish “skivvies”, and Mike Blamey took over as head of house (Bill Cheffers refused it). Almost right away there was a big improvement in the lot of us third formers. In the meantime I was doing well in 3B form and subsequently 4B form and I was moved up to 4A form. The other boys from Derby in 4A were Malcolm West, Richard Fawkes and Ray Wicks. At the end of that year I seem to remember I took 3 O level subjects, Maths, English Language and English Literature (Twelfth Night and Autobiography of a Super Tramp were our books) all of which I passed comfortably. I reached the dizzy height of second in the A form (Malcolm was first and Robin Gibson the previous top boy had been moved up to the fifth form). In the holidays I remember being glued to The Quatermass Experiment on TV. As time went by I began enjoying school more. I was becoming friendly with Malcolm and Ray and also John Hunter, all in my year in Derby. I enjoyed the sport that was on offer, particularly swimming and water polo which I was good at, also rugby and cross country and track in the summer. I also enjoyed cricket. I definitely did not enjoy the cadet corps and dreaded Tuesday mornings when we had to wear uniform.

    In the summer term of 1958 an event took place of which I have always been ashamed. One of the fifth formers who has since become famous (and I better not name him) was made up to house prefect. One evening after lights out (9pm I think) he came to the junior dormitory and gave us a somewhat inappropriate talk. Chris Wakefeord and I went to Percy Thompson and told on him and he was depreed (lost his prefectorial status). I have always deeply regretted having done that, and never again have “blown the whistle” on anyone. I don’t suppose he ever found out who it was and I have never apologised to him, (though I have tried to contact him).

    In the winter term of 1959 I played for the colts rugby team coached by Mr Beams.

    In the spring of 1960 when I was 16 I went on the Snowdon expedition with the school. The sad details are on my website www.bearmead.co.uk/SNOWDON.htm. Tony Evans, one of the three boys killed, was moved up with me from form IVB to IVA. John Brenchley was in form IVB. I recently had a communication from his younger sister after 54 years. Attached are 1958 and 1959 school reports.
    101 1959, me playing billiards in Derby House common room
    78 With Mum outside Derby House

Chapter 7

1960 to 1962

age 16-18


    80 RJP on the tennis practice wall
    at the Exiles Club 1960
    I think it was the spring term of 1960 (though it may have been earlier) that I hatched the hare brained scheme of putting a shop front lady model on the roundabout near the school. Rob Wicks (now sadly deceased) and I set off in the early hours, retrieved the model (I can’t remember how I got it but I seem to remember I had secreted it somewhere near the shooting range) and put it at the roundabout. By sheer bad luck we were caught by a police car and driven back to the headmaster in the early hours of the morning to face almost certain expulsion and one’s whole future destroyed. As we were coming up the drive I had a brainwave and told the police to turn right to the chaplains room rather than left to the headmasters. The Chaplain was Stuart Russell and the police handed us over to him. He swore us to secrecy and saved our bacon. I never did thank him adequately.

    I did well in my “O” levels in July 1960 passing physics, chemistry, biology, French, geography, history, and I seem to remember Use of English (I had passed maths and English Language and English Literature the year before). My only failure was in Additional Maths (calculus etc) which “Tek” Kenny taught and which I never got the hang of. These results got me into the sixth form where I had elected to do physics, chemistry and biology. I had hoped to come back in September as a house prefect but was very disappointed to be overlooked. Malcolm had been made a house prefect early in 1960 when he was still in the fifth form, and Ricky Fawkes (who was two days younger than me) and Ray Wicks were made house prefects from my year. Ian MacIntyre was made head of house to take over from Mike Blamey and I suspect he had recommended Ricky and Ray to Percy Thompson over me. David “fruity” Picton was also in the sixth form and was not a prefect although there were other reasons why that may have come about. John “nads” Hunter (who dropped dead on the squash court in his early 40’s), and Keith Scott were in remove form for one year. Peter Hofman who was in the year below had jumped a year. Ian Higgins took over as housemaster (Mullens had a policy of housemasters being resident in Ston), and Percy Thompson’s study was made available for the five of us (myself, Picton, Hofman, Hunter, Scott), which was some consolation. Ben Renoir was a house tutor.

    I lucked out with the sixth form masters, Tom Clinton took chemistry, Brian Bignell physics and “cassamoeba” Clarke took biology. We also had classes in English with Mullens and later Mr Tough.

    I was enjoying life at Ston more by this time, in particular the sport. I was good at rugby (number 8 and line out jumper) and cross country. Also I was a good middle distance runner (880 yards and the mile). I wasn’t bad at cricket particularly as a medium fast pace bowler. I was also a good swimmer and very good at water polo (probably the best in the school) and also latterly at basketball. Mainly because I was good at sport meant I was accepted and not teased as much. I probably spent too much time on sport to the detriment of my studies.
    61 Running mile 1961-2

    At sports day in 1961 I came second in the mile. “Plonka” Taylor won and I remember beating Ernie Tomlinson which was a surprise. In the photo below it is Manning behind me which makes me wonder if the photo is sports day 1962 when Mum and John came to watch and maybe John took the photo.

    In the summer of 1961 John and I went on a cycle holiday in Ireland. Details are on John’s website on www.eyemead.com/I2-LOG.htm
    [I planned to do the whole circuit Cork to Cork, Robert only found this out half way round, we quarreled, but went back from Larne with only 2/3 of the Circuit done - Brother John]

    When I went back to school in September 1961 I was made up to house prefect. As I remember the prefects in Derby were Fawkes, head of house (a slight surprise as Malcolm had been a house prefect before Ricky Fawkes, Malcolm I seem to remember was made head of remove). Also Ray Wicks, David Picton, Peter Hofman, Dan Tempest. That autumn I was captain of the house cross country team which we won, beating Burwood. I also was in the school rugby 1st XV. I played for them throughout the season, but was dropped for the last match and selected instead for the 2nd XV which inadvisedly I refused to play for, incurring the wrath of the master in charge. I was invited for the team photograph, below, but to my extreme annoyance did not get my colours. I think I tried harder at rugby playing for the house than playing for the school.
    79 1961 rugby 1st XV
    Back row, L to R: Nick Lomas, ?,?,Doug Walker, RJP, W Barrington Jones,?,?, “Homo” Hill
    Front row, L to R: Bob Skillicorn, John Richmond, Ernie Tomlinson, Chris Brookman captain, Derek Merrell,?,Brian Hoare.
    Hill master in charge
    Now deceased:Barrington Jones, Tomlinson
    Richmond put me on a charge at camp.
    Brookman sustained a basal skull fracture at one of our away games and now has Parkinsons maybe related to the injury.
    Probably in the spring term of 1962 I did my mock A levels and did not do too well.

    I took an enormous risk which I shudder about to this day when I rewrote one of the answers and switched it for the answer I had put in the actual paper. The papers were as yet unmarked in a drawer in Tom Clinton’s study in Connaught house and I went in there and switched them. If he had happened to come in I hate to think what would have happened.

    My results in the mocks put the fear of God in me and I worked flat out during the Easter holidays and when I got back for the summer term presented the three masters with numerous answer papers for them to mark on old A level papers I had done. I don’t think they were too pleased.
    87 Invitation to Buckingham Palace
    44 Richmond & Twickenham Times
    11 In the meantime I had been working for my Duke of Edinburghs gold award. The expedition part was to Cornwall, and the special interest part was taking cars apart believe it or not, but I regret that was a bit of a fudge on my part. The athletic standards were no problem. I went up to Buckingham Palace with Mum on 12th December 1962 (after I had started at Medical School) to get the award (see photos below).
    I also had another “event” around this time. We were allowed home during term time if this were possible time and distance wise. We could leave after school finished on the Saturday morning and had to be back that evening before 10 pm. As I had only personal study for the last session of the morning I left earlier than I should have by the back entrance. Unfortunately I had not remembered or not been told that there was a meeting of all the house prefects with Derek Merrell the head of school about the “little boy” problem. Derek noticed that I wasn’t there. When I got back to school that evening Peter Hofman was sitting in my study and it soon became apparent that it was a serious matter. When I saw Ricky Fawkes about it I asked how he had got away with going out with one of the “skivvies” and getting caught. He said that had nothing to do with it. I thought that it was favouritism. It looked as though I would be depreed (lose my prefectorial status). I did not see why it was such a big deal. Anyway I concocted a cock and bull story which necessitated Mum writing a letter to Mr Higgens explaining my reason for leaving school earlier than I should and I got the benefit of the doubt as it was hard for them to prove one way or the other, but had to do many extra prefectorial duties as punishment.

    I was working quite hard for A levels, and was in the school athletics team running the mile. I played occassionaly for the school second eleven at cricket, though Mr Beams thought I was a good enough bowler to be in the first eleven.

    As luck would have it I got the flu while I was doing A levels, and had to do the Chemistry paper in the sanatorium. There occurred an episode which clearly demonstrated a flaw in my character. Chemistry was my weakest subject. I took the paper in my sanatorium room. The invigilator was one of the nurses and you could hear her walking down the corridor. She would come and go. I had hidden the chemistry textbook on a ledge up the chimney and when I opened the paper and hadn’t a clue about the first question I got the book down from the chimney until I heard the nurse coming back and replaced it. My mark in Chemistry was 40% which was the pass mark. St Mary’s only wanted three passes.

    In my defence I never cheated again throughout medical school and the postgraduate exams.

    Around this time I went for medical school interviews. My first interview was in Newcastle and I got a reserve place. Subsequently I went for an interview at Charing Cross which I failed, St Bart’s where I got a place for 1963 and ditto for St Mary’s where I did an IQ test. St Mary’s said three passes was OK.

    At the end of the summer term I went to the dreaded cadet camp in Gosport I think it was. John Richmond put me on a charge, the officious little shit, and I was marched in front of under officer Brian Hoare and lost a stripe (from corporal to lance corporal). Both of them were with me in the rugby 1st XV.

Chapter 8

1962 to 1964

age 18-20


    In the summer holidays of 1962 I got my A level results, 40% in chemistry, 45% in physics and 55% in biology. The pass mark was 40%. Both St Bart’s and St Mary’s had offered me a place in 1963 with three passes. Therefore I was planning to go back to Ston for a third year sixth and play lots of sport and have a good time. Maybe given the circumstances that would not have been possible because why would they want me back at all. Anyway events took over. While I was on a holiday with Ian Carey in Germany St Mary’s phoned Mum and explained that there was a last minute vacancy for 1962 and I was being offered it because I lived within commuting distance in Twickenham. Mum accepted this offer on my behalf as I was in communicado. I found out when I got back from holiday and had mixed feelings, but it was a fait accompli. By this time I had passed my driving test and had bought a second hand upright Ford Popular. Come the beginning of term I drove to school and parked it nearby. There was a couple of weeks before I was due to start at St Mary’s. Ricky Fawkes and Peter Hofman also came back, but both were planning to leave fairly soon, so had I not had the last minute offer at St Mary’s I would probably have been head of house. After a few days I was called to Mr Mullen’s office where he brusquely informed me that the school was not a free hotel and given the change in my circumstances I had no right to be there. Not a word of congratulation for getting from the C form to Medical School. Mr Mullens was known for having “his favourites!” and I certainly wasn’t one of them. I did also have the dubious distinction of being possibly the only 3rd year sixth former ever to be only a lance corporal after my demotion at camp. Jerry Davenport was head of school.

    I duly started at St Mary’s, I think in late September 1962. I lived in Twickenham. I had joined Twickenham tennis club where I met John Garland who had been the year ahead of me at Ston. I also joined Richmond water polo club.
    88 Twickenham tennis club
    RJP, Philip Greening, John Garland, David
    at Lilleshall Hall tennis camp, June 1963
    89 Richmond Water Polo Club
    Steve Higgens, Max Kelly, Les Fox, Gerry Forse, RJP, Willy Holmes
    Bill Haverley, Terry Lyons, Steve Piper, Mike Johnson, Ken Coles.
    At the freshers get together at St Mary’s I had joined the St Mary’s swimming and water polo club and the tennis club. The captain of St Mary’s swimming club was John Kerr and it was him who started calling me Bob which caught on and was a pleasant change after years of "gnouta". John Kerr was a very nice man and encouraged me in water polo. I had to improve my free style as you can’t use breast stroke for water polo as I did at Ston.

    I took a while to get to know other students in my year because I was naturally shy and diffident, but gradually became friendly with Roger Pearce and Chris Hutter and also John Fox and Pin Seah from the swimming club at St Mary’s. I commuted to St Mary’s from Twickenham by train.
    90 John Fox and Pin Seah
    92 Rosemary Briars 1962
    83 London-Brighton walk
    Early in my time at St Mary’s I did the London to Brighton walk. In the meantime I kept in touch with Michael who was a keen cyclist, and a “mod” with a lambretta and a little hammer.

    In October 1962 it was the Cuban Missile Crisis. John was living at 37 as he was working at Hawkers in Kingston since September 1961 on the supersonic P1154 vertical take off aeroplane until September 1964 when the government cancelled the project. Then he worked for S. Davall in Greenwood, N. London doing electronic engineering. He cycled there and back (7 miles each way). Anyway there was significant anxiety about the possibility of nuclear war (justified as later information has come out) and he talked about us moving temporarily to south west Ireland.

    Mum had various jobs, first at Jane Powell’s in Twickenham, then a dress shop in Richmond, then Bentall’s in Kingston, and then Wetherall’s an upmarket ladies clothes shop within Wright brothers in Richmond. These jobs would have covered a number of years going into the 1970’s and I am not sure of the exact time frames.

    I had various girl friends during this time, Rosemary Briars, (see photo #5), Hilary Long, Carol Wadey, Hilary Campbell among others.

    Meanwhile I was not exactly shining in my academic pursuits and languished in the bottom third of my year until the autumn term of 1963 when I pulled my socks up. Then for six months I worked ferociously hard leading up to 2nd MB which was the major obstacle in a medical career. I used to sequester myself in Mum and Dads bedroom, though I am thinking I might have slept in the little bedroom.

    In November 1963 Mum shouted from downstairs that JFK had been shot.

    One of my few relaxations was watching Dr Finlay’s Casebook on TV on Sunday evenings.

    Because it wasn’t necessary to pass pharmacology in order to get through 2nd MB first time (you could be referred in pharmacology) I rather neglected it instead concentrating on anatomy, physiology and biochemistry (my least favourite subject). This had near disastrous results. I came near the top in the three major subjects, but did badly in pharmacology and to my surprise a number of us were not signed off by the pharmacology professor and therefore were not going to be allowed to sit 2nd MB at the end of the spring term 1964. Of all those in that category I had easily the best results in the three major subjects. I had an enormous sense of injustice and canvassed the professors of anatomy. physiology and biochemistry who were sympathetic as I was one of their top students. I also saw the president of the students union Peter Beck. Ultimately the decision was reversed for myself and about five others. After that I started swatting up pharmacology (which I had intended to do anyway but started earlier than planned).

    Meanwhile I kept the swimming and water polo going, also some tennis in the spring. Sadly Philip Greening, a friend of John Garland and myself at Twickenham tennis club and a non swimmer, commited suicide by jumping into the Thames near the convent in Twickenham after a row with his father I think (see newspaper article #6).

    Anyway 2nd MB arrived. After the exam Roger, Chris and myself all went for a row on the Serpentine waiting for the results that afternoon. We all passed including in pharmacology. I did particularly well and had a BSc interview along with John England, Andrew Hay, Roselle Hewlett and Janet Kean. They all passed and I failed. Only John England and Andrew Hay opted to do a BSc. Sadly later both John England and probably (though it may have been accidental) Roselle Hewlett commited suicide.
    99 My year at St Mary's taken at a later reunion.
    back row L to R Gordon Horner, Eric Taylor, ---, ---, ---, RJP, Roger Pearce, Pin Seah, Phil Watts.
    middle row L to R Brian Carr,---, ---, John Isserlin, Chris Hutter, ---, Mike Mills, Mike Bishop, John Fox.
    Front row L to R Corrie Van Den Bosch, Margaret Davies, Di Smith, Sandy Siddons, Monica Spring, Janet Kean, -, Gill Carrington.
    In my year and not in this photo were: Nick Walker, Cliff Bailey, Ian Brown, Alan DelMar, Roger Evans, Tom Fletcher, Don Forster, Jacqui Freeman, Bob Jones, Hugh O'Donnell, Graham Orr, Richard Perryman, Ray Rault, Ian Rennie, Angela Jeffs, Andrew Simmonds, Wynne Weston-Davies, Arthur Wightman, Dave Goldstein, Alan Greenwood, Susan Tegwyn-Davies, Andrew Hay, Brian Hopkins, Sally Hughes, Patrick Jeffrey, Huw Penry, Wynne Griffiths, Roselle Hewlett, John England.
    As of February 2015 those no longer with us are: John England, Roselle Hewlett, Wynne Griffiths, Roger Pearce, Huw Penry, Graham Orr, Nick Walker, Tom Fletcher, Bob Davies, which is 9 out of 47".

    Continued in 1964

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