Horses for courses. I was there between '69 and '74. It was a culture shock for me too after being brought up in leafy Dulwich Village. Got mugged on my first day. There were nearly 2,000 kids there when I was there, skinheads and rude boys and nearly all of us wanted to kill each other. It taught me to be street wise. I walked out in the end and told them to stick it up their arse. Never went back. It wasn't all bad though. Was Mr George an English teacher? If so, I remember him. He was great. I made a point of going to his lessons because he made things interesting. I'd started to write poetry/lyrics and he would greatly encourage me. Lovely man.