Theatre of Trees
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Ah yes, her surname was pronounced Rye-dulsh...can’t recall how it was spelt. And Mr Ward was another PE teacher and also my tutor.
You were in the same tutor group as my brother.
Ah yes, her surname was pronounced Rye-dulsh...can’t recall how it was spelt. And Mr Ward was another PE teacher and also my tutor.
I was hated by some teachers at Newman just because of my surname. My older brother was an absolute thug, just wanted to fight anyone, anywhere. So I got tarred. Didn't really do anything wrong but got the blame for a lot of stuff.
BUT...at Brighton Tech, one Maths lecturer punched me in the face in class. He was explaining something to me at his desk at the front and my classmates were making me laugh. Must have seemed like I was laughing in his face and Wallop!!
I deserved it and did not take it any further. This was 1978 and that was the way it was back then.
A few times, but twice in an hour i remember quite well.
Beginning of lunch - 2 strokes of the cane from 'God' for being caught smoking behind the squash courts by a prefect.
End of lunch - 6 strokes of the cane from 'God' for hitting a prefect (who coincidentally may have been ........
And why are they called 'strokes' ? because it doesn't feel like being stroked
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when were you at Newman?
You were in the same tutor group as my brother.
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In your short 6th form stint did you go the periodic discos, and possibly the discos in the years before that?
With mates (for me a bit older as I hated the taste of liquor until 16), we used to get smashed on pint after pint in the Newfield, Ark or Sheffield ... in the hours before the discos. So the stingy drinks allowance at the later discos didn't matter. It was all new to us and a brilliant laugh, until the spinning head lying in bed later.
We were also badly behaved on school holidays such as Welsh Camp at Lake Llangorse and a ski trip to Italy. On the latter, we wound up a wally geography teacher Mr.Mundy with our constant crimes "letting the school down".
Excuse my ignorance...but is he/she/bot doing this for any commercial gain? Or is it just some weird creepy fetish? To me, it all seems rather odd and I don’t understand it.
Yikes. Has he said anything bad about me
I have PMed you.
Need to clear your PM inbox out so I can reply to your last message.
Sorry to laugh but that is hilarious
I went to Tideway mid to late 70's, Newhaven and absolutely loved it, played in all the school teams and had a wide range of disobedient friends and an older brother that was a talented sportsmen and had earned a reputation of being a bit of a tough nut.
A few rakings, a few detentions and one gating. Numerous items of classroom and gym equipment lobbed at our heads including a discus that missed me by about an inch. Board rubbers flew about the science labs like seagulls. One lad who kept fartiing in class was ordered to stand on his chaor and get another one out by the count of ten. He fainted, knocked himself out and was sent to San.
Early morning runs for being caught ****ing about afer lights out. Evening runs after prep for ****ing about at dinner. Extra house duties for general ****ing about, chores basically. Extra drill practice on a saturday afternoon. Extra drill practice after school.
cutting up logs for the teachers fires for general ****ing about. Bell duty for messing about in dorm.
In summer instead of detention you got cricket scoring on saturday afternoons, a nightmare if they were playing away.
Cleaning everyone else's rugby boots for ****ing about in games.
Painting coal white (the trick is to rinse the dust off first) and arranging it around the parade square, for ****ing about in CCF.
You could be the best behaved lad going but at some point you'd end up with some or all of the above, so many rules you couldn't help but break them now and again.
Standard for the type of school.