This is where the buses used to wait to pick us up for the journey home or to take us to the
Ta-Kali playing fields for sports on Friday afternoon (except summer term).

I remember watching a couple of kids having a fight in this area while we were waiting to
board the bus. One was a British kid the other was an American - so the fight had a sort of
international flavour - which of course greatly heightened onlooker interest in the outcome.
Usually fights involved pushing and wrestling to the ground, however in this case there was a
fair amount of punching and spitting blood. The fight was interrupted by a teacher, the boys
shook hands and as far as I know that was an end to it.

I have often wondered if all that blood was real or just a put up job between the two boys
using the little blood capsules you could buy from adverts on the back of super-hero comics.

I should add that I witnessed very few fights at all during my three years at the school and
generally speaking the American and British kids got on really well. In fact one of my best
friends (and classmate) was an American boy. I still have the Indian Head nickel that he gave
me. To my shame I can't remember his name - he was quite tall, blondish and an
exceptionally good artist - so if he reads this and recognises himself - please get in touch!

RNS Tal-Handaq - Indian Head Nickel