And by the following week I reckoned he would have cooled down a bit. The rest of the week passed pretty much without incident, although Clever Trev got his come-uppance for stamping on my drawing. Somehow a bottle of ink leaked all over his English homework. I can’t imagine how it could have happened… The weekend came and I was planning to do no more than laze around. As it was, Brian, a friend who lived down the road, came round on Saturday morning with a new plane he’d made and we went over to the playing fields and got it going. It was very good. He’d made it out of a balsa wood kit but it had a real engine and it went really well. Brian was all right. I liked him a lot. But I didn’t see that much of him because he went to St Luke’s, which was the local comprehensive school. We used to go to the same school but then I went on to the grammar school instead. I don’t know why really, in many ways Brian was a lot cleverer than me.
