In the summerhouse at 55 Dyke Road Avenue a couple of days after Queen Elizabeth II’s Coronation is a dismal scene. A dozen boys are sombrely sitting on either side of a long trestle table in trousers and shirts hanging stiffly like they’d been borrowed for the occasion, and faces so clean, hair so oiled, I barely recognise them as the Hanover Gang I’ve eaten faggots and mash with and larked about with on electioneering evenings........

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