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Ah, the ancient art of Tangeball!
I remember a paint fight in Bellendo's class getting slightly out of hand
Think I can remember ‘someone’ locking a relief teacher in a cupboard in Bell End’s room anarl
Memories of comprehensive school
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Think I can remember ‘someone’ locking a relief teacher in a cupboard in Bell End’s room anarl
Mickeys Chicken Leg
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My sister in law, a southerner, had no idea what this was so we had to have an impromptu singalong in Fitzies when she was up a couple of years back.
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Starting the 2nd year of comp and hearing that our design and technology teacher had been jailed for knocking out dodgy tax discs.
Running into school on snow days to see if the heating was off hoping to go home.
Can’t think of any rude stuff....I must have been a nerd.
Running into school on snow days to see if the heating was off hoping to go home.
Can’t think of any rude stuff....I must have been a nerd.
My best mate and a couple other lads made into The Telegraph when they painted the swimming baths wall with offensive graffiti about the teachers. There was the usual offensive swearing but the two that supposedly caused the most offence were 'Tunney is a virgin' and 'Miss Lynn is an ugly pugly.'
They allegedly called for me on the night they did it but I can't think why I wouldn't be in. I was in early that morning before they'd cordoned it off and I just knew as soon as I saw it.
In another graffiti incident, the school swot put his hand up in French and said "Please Miss, someone has written McNally is an IRA bastard on the desk'.
FFSM! I never dolled off but even I know it was the "doller woman" (not to be confused with the blond lass out of Dollar) or the "doller man" (see previous clarification).
His brother (Jason?) was a decent kid. I'd like to think that he turned out okay despite having a complete arsehole of a father.
A few memories:
* warmers worn over blazers
* the renaissance of the donkey jacket
* playing on Astro Fighter in the youth wing (flicking it on and off repeatedly could rack up 99 credits)
* Sticking "kick me" stickers on peoples backs
* the till always being "down" in the tuck shop
* Dyos being so pissed in school assembly he could bearly remain on his seat (on stage)
* The shock within the music department when someone wrote "Ditmar screws Christie" on the side of a house right opposite his classroom in 3 foot high black paint
* Sixth form trip to Blackpool - five pints of woodpecker and I was hammered
* Playing cards for "slaps" at the end of term
* "body" warmers worn over blazers
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The ‘Doller Man’ (not David Van Day) got on the bus at Carley Hill after we’d caught the 107 at Witherwack so we tried to hide under the seats but he nabbed us and said ‘If you’re playing truant you’ll have to pay full fare’, the comedian that he was
That was it!
I also vividly remember school sports day in 1978 when some kid lapped every other runner in the 1600m but can I hell remember his name. I don't even think he'd completed his first lap before he just took off. The whole school was cheering his name with every stride he took; it was like something off Forest Gump.
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Ahhh Ferryhill. My hometown until the age of 16. All but a distant memory these days. Romana’s (god rest her soul). Greatest pizza maker to ever grace this land.
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Striker
You’ve just made me remember some sports day at ours but it was because the lass with the biggest tits in our year was very entertaining as she attempted the 100M sprint.
I can still remember this being graffitied into one of the desks probably by a compass out of one of the lads geometry sets
"We drink brown, we drink ex
And we like a lot of sex "
- Charlie Bentley standing in for Mr Burrell in maths and spending the entire lesson telling us jokes.
- Mrs Burns - very large ex-swimmer - teaching I can't remember what... French? She had a penchant for throwing the board rubber and, on one occassion, took great delight in boshing the board rubber into the eyes of Gordon Taylor so as to temporarily blind him.
- Obscenities all over every single copy of Longman's French: cock on Jean Paul; tits on Marie-France and Claudette.
Brian Griffin
Striker
I had a right laugh at school.
Got up to all sorts and still ended up in a good job.
One of my favourite memories is watching some builders spend a morning pouring concrete as a foundation for a new building, and then at lunch, my mate coolly walking up to the fence and launching a f***ing huge brick into the middle of it....some fucker had to walk across the wet concrete, over the reinforcement stuff and then spend the afternoon sorting out the chaos that happened afterwards.
Another was a lad we called Choppa falling out of a window in a French hotel. That was a quality trip.
Took us less than five minutes to understand we could buy booze in France at 14 years old.
Got up to all sorts and still ended up in a good job.
One of my favourite memories is watching some builders spend a morning pouring concrete as a foundation for a new building, and then at lunch, my mate coolly walking up to the fence and launching a f***ing huge brick into the middle of it....some fucker had to walk across the wet concrete, over the reinforcement stuff and then spend the afternoon sorting out the chaos that happened afterwards.
Another was a lad we called Choppa falling out of a window in a French hotel. That was a quality trip.
Took us less than five minutes to understand we could buy booze in France at 14 years old.
One not so good memory was seeing two lasses fighting after school behind Redhouse community centre: I don't think I've never seen anything more brutal. It probably makes me a bit of a spoilsport but I was so relieved when a teacher finally arrived and broke it up.
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Striker
You obviously went to Red House...I know the music teachers name but i'm struggling to remember the lasses name.
Mr Bentley was a great bloke...Mr Burrell was my house teacher..Dent..i was there 1975 - 1980.
And "Joe's van" that used to turn up outside of Redhouse Comp at lunchtime. I'm racking my brains here to remember his surname - he was the spitting image of Bob Stokoe.
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