Second paragraph of third chapter:

“Just swallow two of these tablets, Peter, to render you more susceptible to controlled hypnosis, then we’ll get to work and knock all that silly sex stuff clean out your head,” Miss Delarge told me confidently.

I read a couple of Peter Pook’s books when I was a teenager and rather enjoyed them, though I remember thinking even at the time that the humour was pretty basic. Out of curiosity I decided to have a look at one of them again, forty years later. I don’t know if it is typical, but this one was dull and sexist. It is 1968, and our hero signs up as the only male out of 600 students at a teacher training college, and boring and unfunny antics ensue. A total waste of time. You can get it here, but honestly, don’t bother.