Raising a dead topic, old age means i am living ever further back in the past;
I went to Forest hill school 1958-1963, it must have been a different school to the one remembered here; the most miserable years of my young life, I was so glad to leave.
Being a new comprehensive state school it was eager to prove it was as good as the private sector and was obcessed with turning us into managment/university fodder. woe betide anyone who like me was dyslexic,I am numerically dyslexic, so was regarded as thick.
Bullying was rife, from staff as well as the kids; I remember one Brian Jacks as one of the worst, almost a thug then, and cocky with it because of the judo. I remember the school which was mad on sports, announcing one day Jacks win somewhere as a young judo champ, the whole assembly booed as one.
They didn't like that on the stage.

I was in Harvey4 , and Francis was the house master, If I knew of his grave, is he still alive? I'd make a long journey to pee on it, a nasty s*d all round.
His attitude to bullying? tell me boy, then he'd call in the bully, "did you bully this boy here?"
"Oh no sir"
"well off you go then"
All that meant was you were in line for another thumping later.

A conceited fool, full of himself, but he got me so wrong, all the time.

I remember Ashbee as a spiteful s*d, several other names here are familiar but I can't elaborate; I had an English teacher, I think his name was Clarke? youngish blonde chap, only decent one I can recall, who played piano to silent films after school and a decent old chap, who tried to teach us religion, he was a local vicar who had been an RFC pilot, the game was to get him reminiscing on the RFC, or rugby. I wish i could recall all his stories.
Biology teacher Called Mr Norman, a gentle man whose life was made a misery by the rougher element.

Only other pupil I remember is Alan Kent, who at one time ran the camera shop at Cobbs Corner

Bit of moan this, sorry after 60+years its bad how so much of it rankles.
just getting it off my chest after memory been stirred

Despite all their prophesies of doom and disaster and jail terms, I went to to do quite well for myself not ever needing one single thing I learnt there,well, except never trust authority.

that's the man,decent old boy all round.

I also recall a bad tempered grump of a metalwork teacher who had the foulest breath ever.

This post was last modified: 22-06-2016 09:45 PM by longtimegone.