I’m not making excuses, but you must understand that a thirteen-year-old grammar schoolboy in the early sixties was no different from any other fun-loving lad. A ‘revision’ homework was a cop-out for a master who hadn’t bothered to set something more substantial, and we treated it as a good skive(1). It was almost a tradition that there wouldn’t be a test to make sure we’d done the revision.
So it was when I was in the third form; 3A, the top stream, so I was expected to do well. Mr Seddon set a ‘learning’ homework. I didn’t spend much time on it; but he sprang a test on us the next day.