My friend from the fourth form was a bed wetter, and he swallowed juicy fruit as he wet the bed on purpose just because he was told not to by a psychiatrist.
My fourth form friends dad was away, and my friend would visit him with his mum.
He had a flick knife and listened to John Peel my fourth form friend.
In the last months of my fourth year at school, when I was 15 in 79/80 my friend took me to see Echo and The Bunnymen at The Hearty Goodfellow on Maid Marian Way in Nottingham.
My friend from the fourth form just walked me through past the doormen as one of them gave him a fiver.
I didn’t have that friend in the fifth form, and I never saw or heard from him again.
Of all the years at school, I like the fourth one best.