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	<title>Mr Gilmartin</title>
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	<Date>13/06/1975</Date>
	<Place>JCR Bar, Merton</Place>
  <oldcomment>Mr Gilmartin, the Steward, actually smiling. A fine, rare shot.
  His whisky is obscured behind the Double Diamond tap, but of course it's
  there all right.
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  <photonote>1/125 sec., (electronic) flash.</photonote>
  <newcomment>Gilmartin was an amazing man &#8212; and the completest curmugeon I've
  yet met. Before we went up in 1972, we had to send passport photos. By our
  first day, he had memorized them and knew us all by sight; so we couldn't
  get into Hall and eat meals without being checked off against the list. If
  you'd booked out, there was nothing you could do to get back in!
  Hall in those days was a Well Oiled Machine and I regarded
  the formidable Gilmartin as its linch-pin. But I believe
  that shortly after this picture was taken &#8211; a year or so &#8211;
  some&#173;thing went wrong and Gilmartin ruled the roost no more.</newcomment>
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