'Twas very true what Greening said; for of a summer evening I would take the path that led up Weatherbeech Hill, behind the Manor; both because 'twas a walk that had a good prospect in itself, and also a sweet charm for me, namely, the hope of seeing Grace Maskew. And there I often sat upon the stile that ends the path and opens on the down, and watched the old half-ruined house below; and sometimes saw white-frocked Gracie walking on the terrace in the evening sun, and sometimes in returning passed her window near enough to wave a greeting.

The sheer logistics of the project defied belief, everything from safeguarding the recording equipment from a clubful of frenzied fans, to actually twisting a high enough-quality sound from the in-house PA.

Instead, figure out what you have to offer (Pokémon cards, a fake ID, boobs) and suggest to a classmate you become best study buddies 4evah!

Drake was not at all what I'd anticipated. His macho soap opera name had put me in mind of aristocrats or oversexed mallards.