Why did school teachers have odd names you never hear off?



Keawyeds said:
Must have been after my time.

We had Mr Toyne also known as (Terry Toyne Ginger Groin) - He taught (or tried to) teach maths.
Mrs Le Duc had probably retired by the time you were there I guess.
Mr Worsnop was quite a surname.
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toyne had a toyota previa and we used to call it the toynemobile. he was a tutor for the juniors in tees and a proper bellend. phil oakley was the old outdoors teacher with a fake leg. used to call him pirate phil and get blue slips almosty instantly. got found out to be a paedo couple years ago. one of my pals from school used to go on residentials with him :neutral:
 
nyron4england said:
toyne had a toyota previa and we used to call it the toynemobile. he was a tutor for the juniors in tees and a proper bellend. phil oakley was the old outdoors teacher with a fake leg. used to call him pirate phil and get blue slips almosty instantly. got found out to be a paedo couple years ago. one of my pals from school used to go on residentials with him :neutral:
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Jesus. What is it with that place and paedos?
Were you there when Mr Featherston (there's another weird name) was Head?
Or were you the Ewart era (seriously another weird name!)
 
Butcher's Coat said:
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Don't remember a Mrs Watson like.
I left in 1976- and Mrs Cheng was lethal with that blackboard rubber!!
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Her husband was head of Castle View ( Mr Watson) she was canny old like when I was at the school I left in 89 like so not an old bugger hahaha was the Indian teacher there? Durani or something she was horrible also was evil and poked you hard as out with her manky long fingernails!
 
nyron4england said:
Mr Ewart (Crazy Dave) was a hero to be fair. He was my head.
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He was mad as a shithouse rat. Good bloke though.

Mr Featherstone's son was done for sexually abusing younger boys - while he was at school and had child porn on I think his Dad's computer. Whether his Dad had anything to do with it too I can't remember.
His sister was in my year. She was a decent lass. Didn't deserve that level of shit to be saddled with
 
CatOnKeyboard said:
Mrs Vos at Barnes and Mr Pauc at Bede
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Mrs. Vos was a lovely lady who had been married to a Dutch fella (hence the name) who abandoned her so she brought up her two boys on her own.
She lived in that massive terraced house on the corner of Mount Road and Chatsworth Street. When I was a milk boy we used to deliver her milk, she was always cheerful and tipped well at Christmas. In the second year juniors we had Mr Offer, and Mrs Vos had another class of the same year that shared our bogs and cloakrooms in the old prefab classroom (the “old huts”). Once she came into our class and whispered into Mr Offer’s ear. You could see him think for a moment and she said “oh go on” so he says “right kids, coats on, outside!” - she had challenged our class to a snowball fight so both classes piled out into the yard and had a mass pagga in the snow during lesson time. Could you still do that in the second year juniors? They’d probably call a snow day and send everyone home.
Anyway my sister (you wouldn’t) knew Mrs. Vos and when I was home visiting my sister in 2008 Mrs. Vos walked past the house while we were out front and stopped to chat for a while. She still remembered me and I had great pleasure in telling the above story. She looked exactly the same, nice looking lady with just more grey hair. In later life she had met a fella and got married and travelled the world for many years before she sadly died a few years ago. She was multilingual so even though she was never my class teacher she came in and taught us French at age eight so we had a head start when we got to senior school.
Most of the teachers I remember were pants but she was a star.
 
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We had a bloke called Gladstone called ‘Happy-brick’ a bloke with a big nose called ‘Honker Bill’ and a Headmaster who had a tendency to dribble that we called ‘Hockler’.
Tex said:
Mrs. Vos was a lovely lady who had been married to a Dutch fella (hence the name) who abandoned her so she brought up her two boys on her own.
She lived in that massive terraced house on the corner of Mount Road and Chatsworth Street. When I was a milk boy we used to deliver her milk, she was always cheerful and tipped well at Christmas. In the second year juniors we had Mr Offer, and Mrs Vos had another class of the same year that shared our bogs and cloakrooms in the old prefab classroom (the “old huts”). Once she came into our class and whispered into Mr Offer’s ear. You could see him think for a moment and she said “oh go on” so he says “right kids, coats on, outside!” - she had challenged our class to a snowball fight so both classes piled out into the yard and had a mass pagga in the snow during lesson time. Could you still do that in the second year juniors? They’d probably call a snow day and send everyone home.
Anyway my sister (you wouldn’t) knew Mrs. Vos and when I was home visiting my sister in 2008 Mrs. Vos walked past the house while we were out front and stopped to chat for a while. She still remembered me and I had great pleasure in telling the above story. She looked exactly the same, nice looking lady with just more grey hair. In later life she had met a fella and got married and travelled the world for many years before she sadly died a few years ago. She was multilingual so even though she was never my class teacher she came i and taught us French at age eight so we had a head start when we got to senior school.
Most of the teachers I remember were pants but she was a star.
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Sounds like a lovely lady. I’m envious.
 
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