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Island in the stream.
This thread has reminded me of my English Lit. teacher from school, Mr Buttery. He invited me and three of my mates back to his after school one day and took us through an initiation ceremony, which was basically riding an antique rocking horse in a bare basement room, with him watching from the little stone steps leading down to it. Blazers off, obviously. This was in the days before it was considered bad form to have unsupervised boys over to your house.