Benjamin Stuart Martell

Martell, told me to fuck off when I told him to shut up in the belfry as a boy when we sang for Sunday communion at the church joined to our prep school. Other choice phrases were “nozzles egg” and “what a yob!” Used, unfortunately, as a term of approval. Martell I. There was Martell II, Jonathan. Their grandfather was a school governor (why? Did hutchy ask him to be?) and Ben used to sail on a boat (out of Brighton?) called golly I used to remember until recently, Confusion or something like that. It’ll come to me. Ben was a very good looking young boy, quite punchy and very robust. Not sure what school he went on to next or what life threw at him afterwards, would love to know. He was academically gifted, but authority, masters and prefects, bristled the lad. Did he enjoy singing? He played the flute. Wonder if he joined up.