Oh Sheridan, I was at school with him. We were in, I suppose we probably arrived at Eton the same year. What that would be, mm, have to think. It would have to be, hang on. 1952, or something like that, 1952, 3. And, we were more or less exact contemporaries. And, and I think he was in Mr Prescott’s house, H.K.P, who was a very nice chap, and a very good, good lot of people. And, we… No, I, my first recollection of him is in the French Division, up to, as we called it, up to Mr Brocklebank, T.A.B, for short. And, and Sheridan was always sort of, you know, dry, droll, astringent, sweet with it. He was very curious about things and art and, all that side of life. I mean he was just as interested in old things as he was in new things.
When he was a schoolboy, what did he look like?
What did he look like? Sort of, floppity hair, and, pale, and, and slight, and amused, and, you know, sort of, curious, and wry, and, droll and all those words.