Antonia Forest fans

Of course, owing to the somewhat Miss Keithish idea that my headmistress, Big O, had, to the effect that gels doing exams shouldn't have distractions you were only eligible for school plays as an actor in Lower Sixth and Fourth forms (and, exceptionally, 1st or 2nd forms when they needed a Moth or Mustardseed) so I expect part of the problem was that there was only the same limited pool of actors to choose from and our year wasn't very good at acting.

Fortunately Art Club got to do sets, backstage and noises off irrespective of our ages or exam commitments - my finest hour was being exploding tomato cans in Thornton Wilder's The Matchmaker.