I told him once, just for a joke, that my father was part owner in a horse and he was always given winners to back from other owners and jockeys. Needless to say I all of a sudden gained a new best friend in Cyril. He’d ferret me out and ask if I heard of any winners coming up.
Anyway, Jeff came to school one day with an assortment of fireworks he aquired from somewhere, and we were discussing what we would do with them. There were sky rockets, chinese crackers and what we had here at one time called a Three Penny Bunger. A fat round cylinder of wadded paper filled with gunpowder. Believe me when I say it had an awesome sound when it exploded. It was deafening.