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At school Moorcraft said about joining the boy scouts with him (the only scouts you were interested in were those who rode ahead of the cavalry in western films and who got themselves scalped by Injuns) but he went on about how they taught you to tie knots and light fires with two sticks of wood and how to sing songs around a camp fire and be a good kid and do Bob a Job for old ladies and he went on about it quite a bit and so you said ok pick me up later and so after teatime of bread and jam and a mug of tea and biscuit you went with Moorcraft to the church hall where the scouts met and this tall scouts master in short trousers and hairy legs and glasses took you off to join the rest and introduced you both and some kid showed you how to tie these knots and climb ropes and how to set up a tent and make camp and so on until some kid pushed you off the ropes and you pushed him back and he punched you on the shoulder and you hit him on the jaw and then you were both on the floor and the good kids were saying oh and gosh and crowding round until the scout master came and asked what was going on and that good scouts didn’t fight and threw you out of the hall leaving Moorcraft behind tying knots and climbing ropes but you didn’t give a fig at all and Moorcraft still in there not knowing why and you walked home alone under an evening sky.
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
NOT THAT KIND OF SCOUT.
At school Moorcraft said about joining the boy scouts with him (the only scouts you were interested in were those who rode ahead of the cavalry in western films and who got themselves scalped by Injuns) but he went on about how they taught you to tie knots and light fires with two sticks of wood and how to sing songs around a camp fire and be a good kid and do Bob a Job for old ladies and he went on about it quite a bit and so you said ok pick me up later and so after teatime of bread and jam and a mug of tea and biscuit you went with Moorcraft to the church hall where the scouts met and this tall scouts master in short trousers and hairy legs and glasses took you off to join the rest and introduced you both and some kid showed you how to tie these knots and climb ropes and how to set up a tent and make camp and so on until some kid pushed you off the ropes and you pushed him back and he punched you on the shoulder and you hit him on the jaw and then you were both on the floor and the good kids were saying oh and gosh and crowding round until the scout master came and asked what was going on and that good scouts didn’t fight and threw you out of the hall leaving Moorcraft behind tying knots and climbing ropes but you didn’t give a fig at all and Moorcraft still in there not knowing why and you walked home alone under an evening sky.
terry-collett
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
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