Updated 15 Aug 2015
Robert Palmer's autobiography - 02
Robert Palmer's autobiography 1955-1964
1955 to 1957
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
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
1957 to 1960
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.
at Davos by Alan Perrow
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
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
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.
1958 and 1959 school reports.
1959, me playing billiards in Derby House common room
With Mum outside Derby House
1960 to 1962
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.
RJP on the tennis practice wall
at the Exiles Club 1960
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
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.
In the summer of 1961 John and I went on a cycle holiday in Ireland.
Details are on John’s website on
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
[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.
Probably in the spring term of 1962 I did my mock A levels and did not do
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.
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.
Invitation to Buckingham Palace
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
Richmond & Twickenham Times
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 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
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
1962 to 1964
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
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
Twickenham tennis club
RJP, Philip Greening, John Garland, David
at Lilleshall Hall tennis camp, June 1963
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.
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.
John Fox and Pin Seah
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.
Rosemary Briars 1962
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
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
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.
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".
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