Once they'd finished their game, the fags picked up the senior boys' scrap paper, apple cores and darts, and put it in the bin. Whenever a senior boy shouted "Fag", a fag ran to their study to make them toast, and woe betide you if you messed up. Then you were "basketed" - stripped to your shirt and pants, stuck in a huge wastepaper basket, had ink and treacle poured on you, and strung up by a pulley system to the ceiling. Even in his mid-50s, Betjeman remembered the pathetic sight of the basketed fag staring down through the slats of the basket at his tormentors below.