Blues Harp
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That explains a lot....we had a crap footy team but we always beat you and had pitched battles down Beaconsfield Road - you lot got stuffed.lollollol
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roydo
in memoriam - 1965-2024
Oh blimey, not half. Field trips were just ace. Sharing ale and ciggies with teachers, total blind eye turned to "mingling" with the lasses at night. Imagine that now? lol
tommytowne
Player Valuation: £50m
Such was the iron rule of the two gym teachers (Loughborough College must have had a module on sadism cos that's where they both trained) that on one of our sports afternoons they called out the name of one of my mates. He was paraded in front of our year. He had opted to go to the derby match instead of playing rugby for the school. It was tantamount to a public flogging.
Getting angrier!!!
roydo
in memoriam - 1965-2024
I remember my first day at secondary school so well. My elder brother was, well is still, a bit of a tit. The two of us still had, to them anyrate, a scouse accent. A rarity in Portishead back then.
So first register, I answered to my name, the form master looked up from his register, and said. "Ah, Roydo junior, we have been waiting for you young man."
"Er, why Sir?"
"We never seemed to get through to your brother, lets see how you fare"
I was 11 ffs!
So first register, I answered to my name, the form master looked up from his register, and said. "Ah, Roydo junior, we have been waiting for you young man."
"Er, why Sir?"
"We never seemed to get through to your brother, lets see how you fare"
I was 11 ffs!
On one of our field trips, the teachers went out to the pub one night and left the whole dorm unattended - full on riot, which included the use fire extinguishers.
When they came back pissed, they picked out three random boys ( me being one ) and hit us with their trainers on our bare arses in front of everyone, until we nearly passed out with the pain.
That was extreme even for then !
In saying that my missus went to a public school in York, where punishments included the girls running around the school playing fields in their knickers and bras, in front of the whole year lol
That's like something off Ripping Yarns !
roydo
in memoriam - 1965-2024
Oh Christ, woe betide anyone forgetting their PE kit!
We had a wood work teacher who loved job so much he use to smash you with a piece of Mahogany , just before he hit you when you were bent over the bench he would say " Mahogany this is the best timber in the world" then wack you with it.
They also had a female PE teacher, who used to quite frequently bonk fifteen year old pupils - my missus brother being one.
It was part of the fabric of the school and genuinely wasn't seen as being anything of concern lol
These tales of teacher led brutality haven't half made me laugh.
It seems that it was just par for the course then
It seems that it was just par for the course then
roydo
in memoriam - 1965-2024
We had a maths teacher like that. At the 5th year end of year disco, (that dates it!), held at a rock nightclub, (we were 16/17 ffs!) in Bristol, (The Granary, google it), she copped off with 3 lads to my knowledge.
At the time, I was sharing a roll up on the balcony with my PE teacher. Tom Watson, honestly! Utterly ridiculous looking back!
tommytowne
Player Valuation: £50m
They certainly ruled by fear.
One thing for sure, you didn't piss around with them.
The Christian Brothers were brutal mate ,if anybody else on here went to Cardinal Godfrey on Breckfield Road South it had they appearance from the inside of Colditz Castle you were even kept in solitary confinement if you tried to escape I used to work in the forgery department.
I went to SFX as well. Some of the Jesuits there were basically sadists. I've never seen any of them named in any abuse enquiries, but would not be surprised if they were. Do you remember having to put AMDG at the start of home-works etc. and LDS at the end? Put me off religion for life.
summerisle
The rain, it raineth every day
Ditto ; I remember when part of the newly built sports hall collapsed ; luckily it was at the weekend.
I remember a mad old classics teacher who, when angry, would froth at the mouth (nicknamed soapy). He would also randomly throw the blackboard duster at kids. Clouds of dust everywhere. A huge thing, a bit like this :
I also still remember the names on the school register. Talk about useless information.
Have a look at this,it'll take you back, it did for me.
http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/gallery/former-rock-ferry-high-school-12135183
http://www.oldrockferrians.com
Look under 'publications' and see how many names you remember.
And to finish, I hated school.
Especially pointless cross country runs.
malfosse
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In our school we had an English teacher Mr Mills, who had a plimsole called "Percy", short for persecution. He was a big, Welsh, rugby playing* (naughty word) who took a run up to hit you. Mr Tootill was a Hitler obsessed maths teacher who prefered a cut down broom handle which he named big brother, as his weapon of choice. If they weren't enough, in the killing fields (playground) there were a set of stairs, leading down to a locked door, which was called the golly pit**. Which was where the prefects would throw you if they were so inclined.
*He may, or may not have liked playing with funny shaped balls.
**For our wool/overseas Blues "golly" means spit/to spit
*He may, or may not have liked playing with funny shaped balls.
**For our wool/overseas Blues "golly" means spit/to spit
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