Here's Hopping

A Wonderful place for the Tournament hops was the hall of the Christchurch Varsity. To the strumming of thrings and the thrumming of strings (or whatever it is that the musical gentlemen do) and the whump of the lowregister tootles were sexily trousered young females from Nurses' (four hundred they asked for, four hundred My God Sir they got) Homes, and from hostels, and Lord knows what flattings in Avonside swamps, and curlilyheaded bouffantly-coiffured young gentlemen some not so gentle, all dancing (define as you will terminology tills thus this "dancing") …

Coca Cola they drank so they told me and who's to say "liar?" But stranger and stranger: nonco-ordination, inflammable breaths and a certain hilarity it was which bemused me suspecting the stronger perhaps was consumed, in quiet corners …