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Me and Ellen were sitting in the loos with our feet up against the back of the doors, so that the Hitler Youth (prefects) wouldn’t know we were in there and send us into the torrential rain. The Hitler Youth call it a “slight shower”. They’d still say that if the First Years were being swept to their deaths by tidal waves. Or if Elvis’s hut was bobbing along with a sail up, or…anyway, who cares what they say?

I said to Ellen through the cubicle wall, “Is your brother a bit on the mad side?”

I could hear her crunching her crisps. She thought about it. “No, he’s quite a laugh, really. He calls going to the loo ‘going to the piddly-diddly department’.”

I could hear her through the wall, laughing and choking. I just sat there staring at the loo door. After a bit she controlled herself and said, “If he’s going to the loo to do number twos he says, ‘I’m just off to the poo-parlour division’.” And she was off, wheezing and choking again. Sacré bleu. I am surrounded by les idiots.