Naw.......
8 O' Grades and 5 Highers. We didn't get much of a choice - the 'Nobody fails' issue had not been invented then. Biggin Hill was fun for a young lad, met a great many people from diverse backgrounds, some of whom I bumped into over the years in civil life, and always a good reunion over a beer or three.
The only dinasours I ever met were career officers, non flying, non engineering, just waiting out the pension and gratuity. Nasty people who whilst deep in the gin bottle got into 'What might have been mode'.
Once worked in team where we had a fitter who whilst in the RAF had been more or less forced into marrying the SWO's daughter. Horror story.
He must have been on some serious mind altering drugs to find her attractive enough to get her pregnant...........The horror. Poor guy spent his out of work hours in a state of total intoxication.