Looks like our paths may have crossed before! Although I didn't last until 69 - was turfed out a couple of years early
I was there 64-66... and then got uprooted.... ...... One of the weirdest things that happened to me... was watching the exorcist on a video at home in the 80s.... and the tensions built up and it go to the really really scary bit... and ..... all the electrics in the whole flat went off.. completely freaked us out.... the fuse box was fine etc etc...... all the other lights in the other flats were on.... we slept that night barely with candles on!.... electrician came the next day and finding nothing wrong in the flat checked the supply outside and said the main fuse to ours had gone off ...for no reason..... I never ever saw the end of that film
I was in school before 1950 TRJ I am afraid to say. The service station on the Somme has a very large wind turbine on it, but it is still a very sad place.
Strange happenings in another sense- musing on the strange fact that a few years' difference means so much more at school age than it does now- doubt if I would have known any of you at WBGS cos my time there seems to fall 2 or 3 years either side of anyone else's. But we'd all remember Fanny Lister, Frank Thomas, Ben Marrow etc! Sorry, this is turning into Fiends Reunited. Anyway, I used to go to matches with some blokes from the Tech.
Crossed lines I think Watford Boys Grammar School dated back much further than the 1950 I think - 19th Century I believe
Aaarrgghh - The Three Scourges of my lost youth It was my treatment at their hands, and at the the hands of 'Shiner' Openshaw, that arrested my academic development. Hated them all with a passion and was glad to get away from the place.
Yes - I don't have too many fond memories of the place either - Ope the Pope - heaven help us - at least I learnt some Latin due to fear of Ben Marrow, never had Lister thankfully
Dusty Miller was harsh but actually quite a nice guy - I remember Frank Thomas was very weird and used to keep bees in his garden in Devereux Drive
The place was infested with weirdos Leo. Another one was a Welsh twat who claimed to teach English - Williams I think his name was. He used to mercilessly mock my Scottish accent in class and delighted in sneaking up behind and whacking me around the skull with a wooden pointer - craven git that he was.
Biggest problem was that Harry Rey left and was replaced with the twat Turner who ruined the school. Remember Didcock - a music teacher who thought he could teach French and then a real weirdo called Stephenson who tried to teach German - check you PM Inbox - or we will turn this into Friends United
