Marco Silva Sacked

I was there 82-88. Trog was El Presidente And Hart was the Enforcer .

Despite the misery , many great memories .

Best of all was the annual Ypres/Somme battlefield trip slash Piss Up with Mark Alko Alchorn And Paddy “ blackboard box “ Miller .

We absolutely disgraced ourselves on the first night with the local barmaids and hosteleries that we were grounded for next night only to find all the history teachers more p1ssed than we were on the night after , the Saturday .

Hart absolutely balled me out on Sat morn in front of everybody when I had a hangover so bad I couldn’t stand up , he was screaming into my face that I had a drinking problem .
I was 16 .
The next night I witnessed him in the exact same place of drunkness .
He was 48.

 

We had a Latin teacher called Mr Blackshaw who once gave me a detention for looking bored .

 

I seem to remember a certain someone spraying the hut in Cassiobury Park by The Gardens entrance “Trog is a Cxnt”. So
That he had to walk past it everyday to
School.

 

She must have joined about 1975 or 76 thereabouts. Quite young, slim with long hair and very nervous. Taught English and drama supposedly, but everyone just did as they wanted in her class.

Rycroft - I can't remember any stories about him, but he was an English teacher with a beard and glasses, right?

Anyone else ever make it out on to the roof of the science block? There was a ladder up from the Chemistry floor which took you out through a trap door an on to the roof. Spent many a happy hour up there surveying the scenery and smoking fags from the Met Shop whilst supposed to be attending lessons.

I was one of the first two recipients of the Green Card for Saturday detentions (me and my little mate spotted walking up Harwoods Road drinking wine whilst supposed to be in lessons). I also must have held some sort of record for consecutive Saturday detentions. I was there more regularly than in the ordinary lessons. When the teachers gave me a green card, I'd pull out a big sheaf of them from an inside pocket and tell them I could fit their detention in around 3 months time. I was there so often on a Saturday, I became big pals with the caretaker who would always come in and ask for a boy to help him around the school, then choose me. I'd then go off and do whatever during the two hours - often a bit of swimming during the summer months up in the pool. Used to bring my towel and cossie ready and everything for that.

I was there, intermittently, between 1973 and 1978. Lots of time suspended or bumming around the town instead though.

 

Ricky was where I WANTED to go. It had just turned comprehensive and was much nearer to home. Had a look around it and liked it. Unfortunately I had parents with pretensions of grandeur.

 

What was the name of the dodgy geezer who ran the Ice Cream van? Is my memory playing tricks or was it Spiny or something?

On a side note my daughter has started working there as a teaching support assistant; very different these days!

 

That phosphorus thing can only have happened once. So we were in the same form then (if years 1-5) unless it was 6th form ? If the first 5 years, based on your username, you were the name before me in the class register. I still regularly see DG, Neil B, and NT.

 

Rycroft, yes. You can guess the nature of the stories. Was telling off one of our class once and was met with a blistering retort of "at least I'm not ****ing bent".

 

God you're all old.
I was 89-96. Mark Alchorn, Paddy Miller, the other Mister Miller, Hart, Trogg, Fatty Evans, Fynes-Clinton, John Horrigan, Miss Xanthia Prole (later Mrs. Somethiny).

I found out that John Horrigan was a member of a catholic sect and wore a cilise belt. He's sadly dead now.

Miss Prole used to openly flirt with me in lessons, pushing into greater and greater levels of inappropriate as I didn't react (either with embarrassment or by trying to throw one up her). Not sure if it was because I wasn't paying attention but if she hadn't smelled of cheese, 13 year old me should probably have had a go.

 

Oh and Jenny Thorpe. She might have been old enough to have been around when some of you were. She was my form tutor for a bit. She was what professor Macgonagal in the Harry Potter films was based on.

Mr Dalton had a cult following. He used to go mental and assault kids. Then he'd try and humiliate kids to make himself look cool to the others.

I remember finding out he'd read an essay of mine in a sarcastic tone to his class (I wasn't even there and I'd no idea why he got his hands on it). He thought it was hilarious that someone could write something so dumb. Half his class laughed along with him. The other half laughed because they knew the essay was a complete piss take. 1500 words including 280 instances of 'very' and a word count as accurate as a Trump claim.

So glad I had Mark Alchorn instead and Ted (I forget surname. He had a lump on his neck, removed after a couple of years. Always looked like he was in great internal pain when I gave my latest excuse for not doing homework). Alchorn was boring and had halitosis, but he was a top guy out of class and wrote everything you needed to know on the board. You could take a one hour nap, wake up just before the bell. Note down the bullet points and you were set for the exam.

Savile. Ted Saville (no relation). That was the other guy. He was utterly shocked when I got a B. He had never seen a written piece of work from me, so assumed I was illiterate I think.

 

Marco Silva is still a **** though.

 

I had no idea he went to WBGS.

 

Was detention still called ‘twang’ then, Clive? I was there ‘67 to ‘ 74 & in the early years it was almost impossible not to get Saturday morning detention at least twice per term.

 

Are there any ex-Salvo on here to balance out this WBGS love-in???

 

Time to bring him home.

 

I was there 86-93

I agree the Ypres/Somme trip was great fun with Alchorn and Paddy. Think Seb Watts also came on my trip.

Miss Crabb was a special highlight for an 11 year old me, she got married became Mrs French and believe had an affair and ran off with Mr Ward the music teacher. Who can forget Didcot and Dave Cheepen (think that's his name the spaced out arts teacher).

Terry Wooding being weird about Fisherman Friends and Polo mints.

 

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