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Virtual Malvern College Corps
Who could forget wednesdays. The itchy shirts, the precision of the puttees, the tilt of the beret and Mensforth's orienteering class ("..yes you.. the rather rotund fellow with the ginger hair" - why couldnt he just learn the names). And who could ever forget the dread as one queued to reluctantly hand over two years of wednesdays to one of the camps, armed with little more than popular belief and common sense to assist the decision:
popular belief would have us believe...
- Only faggots join the navy
- Only geeks join the RAF
- Only thick necked rugby players join the marines
- And therefore...
- Those who dont like the piss being taken out of them join the infantry
(No wonder the infantry was so over subscribed)
but common sense tells us...
- the navy had it easy
- the RAF had a hovercraft
- and the marines actually seemed to enjoy themselves (though most of them also seemed to enjoy rugby)
But at the turn of the decade came a landmark change in the public school experience. CCF was made optional. Cries of joy were heard from the pardened and groans of injustice from those who had already served their sentence.
Boys were permitted to choose from other, more passive actvities such as community service, environmental studies and flower arranging. Though the CCF ethos was not to bypass these boys entirely.
Generally carried on 3.5" floppy in the top left blazer pocket, effectionately reffered to as one's "Risky Disk", the computer version of the world domination game RISK revolutionalised the way many boys learnt the delights and virtues of comaraderie and friendly rivalry...
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