By Gum

In our day, when going up to Twickers was a very rare treat, we would huddle around Eric to listen to the radio commentary. We conformed to the general presumption of good behaviour of course, but there was one occasion when some chewing gum (which I am sure was never permitted to anybody in the school) was dropped irretrievably in Eric's grey hair. We were all confused and appalled, so the question of actual punishment never seemed to arise.