(0753) Sun’s nice, poisonous air is not. Just been out for the constitutional … yes, half an hour max outside. (0932)
10. Moo corner
9. Where was the father?
8. The rewritten fantasy “reality” the duped swear by
7. This chap’s on X … interesting conundrum
What is it with teachers in Britain? See Another Brick in the Wall for details.
However, broadening the question beyond schooldays … if it was put to you how would you like to return in this time machine, my first reply is a question … do you mean I’d be that age again, no current learning in the head … that is, doing it over again at that past level of maturity … or do you mean I can go back as my current self, only able to do and think what I currently can?
A different question is … which age range of, say, 7 years would I like to return to if I had one day to do it in? In my case, I’m thinking maybe my late 40s, early 50s. That was a fairly good time for me for many reasons.
6. Steve
Steve had footage of those disgusting MPs yesterday … no need to run it here, we know how they were. One lady wrote, below it:
Let’s face it, Westminter MPs are lowlifes, human dross who think they’re the opposite … clever clogs with it all at their fingertips.
Steve continues:
As you read this remember, the Northumbrian Old English dialect this Christian poem is written in, predates Islam..
Researchers Discovered a Lost Copy of the Oldest English Poem, Composed by an Illiterate Cowherd More Than 1,300 Years Ago | https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/researchers-discovered-a-lost-copy-of-the-oldest-english-poem-composed-by-an-illiterate-cowherd-more-than-1300-years-ago-180988644/
No 7. My time at school was during WWII and just after it. Our teachers were either retired (or near to it) and were superb to us. During air raids we would all go to the Brick Shelter and be entertained by “Percy Beaky” where he would make up stories told to him by his magic big brass lighter (he was a pipe smoker).
It was only in my last two years that we had young, newly trained teachers – they were hopeless. The only exception was a young French lady who took us for French and RE. All the girls copied her way of dressing, all the boys fell in love with her.
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JH: Awwwww. If you’d like to tell us some tales of the pre-50s, DAD, it would be appreciated.
Can’t beat DAD’s 1940’s (early 60’s is the best I can do). After reading “Lord of the Flies” wondered if Mr Golding went to the same school as I did, and got his idea there. Agree with the original posting about that bloody metalwork, though.
“Early 60’s is the best I can do”
Same here. I agree that new teachers were hopeless, but whether they improved once they got some real world experience I don’t know. I also detested cross country runs and all forms of sport, but I often managed to “forge” successful sick notes. However, I strongly take issue with the statement “Bloody metalwork classes” This – along with physics and (to a lesser extent) chemistry – were my favourite part of school, and taught me skills that I still use over 50 years later. I had many disagreements with teachers over being made to do something I hated and was no good at, versus something really useful which I excelled at. I knew they knew I was right…
Early 60’s, the front of my infants school was built to resemble an ocean liner, with windows shaped like portholes all along the wall of the dining hall. Looking back it had something of the Art Deco about it. Sounds posh but it was local education authority: food terrible, freezing in the winter. All the teachers were female and the only thing I excelled at was drawing wildlife. I saw my first nose bleed there. Can’t remember but my Mum said I would regularly abscond to a nearby wooded valley with a stream running through it. Search parties including, on one occasion, the local bobby 🙂
My experience of school was blighted from the off. Catholic Infant/Junior school run by two nuns. One the size of a barn door “Big Sister” and the other older, short, scrawny with whiskers on her chin “Little Sister”. Not been there long so I must’ve been around 5 years old when LS pounced on one of my classmates and dragged him by the scruff of the neck behind the blackboard and told the rest of us not to look. As the backboard was on some sort of frame with wheels and we kids were sitting at low tables we couldn’t help but see what she was doing. She pulled the lads shorts and underpants down to his ankles, put him over her knee and spanked him hard leaving red impressions of her hand on his backside. He was crying, needless to say. The rest of us were in stunned silence. It remains a mystery what the lad had done to deserve such treatment as we were not told and hadn’t seen him do anything untoward. LS picked on him regularly. School was not a nice place and I’m happy to say that one was demolished some years ago along with the church it was attached to.
Best part of Infant School days was around 3.10 p.m. when the teacher told us to put our arms on the table and rest our head in them while she read a story to us. Then it was home time.👍
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JH: If it’s ok, I’ll run that text as a sshot on X, not attributed, except to “our man across the way”. No wonder kids firstly are put off “religion”, if that’s what it means and secondly, they grow tougher than non-Micks … just look at compositions of football and rugby teams … hard as nails. Good to have fighting alongside us though.
OK with me.