Danny42C, thanks for starting to share your adventures with us, it gives an insight to those courageous young lads who gave their all for our country. My Dad's cousin "Uncle Fred", went through the same training I suspect. Unfortunately he was shot down over Burma in a Hurricane IIC in '42, on his third mission. They didn't find his body until '56, and he is buried in Rangoon military cemetry.
At the same time I must have been at St. Joseph's College (was there a St. James ?) I remember we played Arnold House, and on one glorious occasion, got a fixture with Rossall School (only their Second XV, their First would have murdered us, their Second just thrashed us!) Surely we would have played Blackpool Grammar? Reg and I might well have been on opposite sides in the scrum.
Twas known affectionally as "Holy Joes", there wasn't a St. James. I was a Claremont lad and my Father and Uncle Fred both went to Palatine school.