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by Crippen
Mon Sep 24, 2007 6:25 pm
Forum: Stories, Reminiscing & Teacher/Pupil Memories
Topic: Fashions in Music at CH
Replies: 139
Views: 42337

1974: In Leigh Hunt B I remember two distinct camps - the Genesis/Yes proggy introvert hippy types, and the Led Zep/Deep Purple/Alex Harvey more outgoing types. Oddly, come the Punk Wars, I think neither side was more or less disposed to liking punk. Other, hairier beings were into Steeleye Span...h...
by Crippen
Mon Sep 24, 2007 6:01 pm
Forum: Stories, Reminiscing & Teacher/Pupil Memories
Topic: Mr.Grimshaw.......
Replies: 38
Views: 21313

Mr. Grimshaw lost his bike, which had apparently been thrown into Doctor's Lake by one of his many disgruntled pupils, where, I dare say, it still a-rusts undisturbed...
by Crippen
Mon Sep 24, 2007 5:57 pm
Forum: Stories, Reminiscing & Teacher/Pupil Memories
Topic: Roger Martin
Replies: 43
Views: 23841

Roger 'Dodger' Martin taught me Latin, and did that rare thing for teachers at the time, actually engaged us by highlighting the relevance of what many considered a 'dead' language, by introducing us to the frankly saucy poems of Catullus. This was great for 14 year olds. He did, however, smoke a p...
by Crippen
Mon Sep 24, 2007 5:44 pm
Forum: Stories, Reminiscing & Teacher/Pupil Memories
Topic: Favourite teacher
Replies: 240
Views: 127706

When I was in LHunt B, my mum really fancied the enigmatic charmer and King of Dining Hall Killer Fry , and yes, Ajarn Philip, he reminded me of Gregory Peck too, with a quality of quiet strength and reserve. At the time, I heard the name 'Killer' came from his having to despatch German soldiers sil...
by Crippen
Mon Sep 24, 2007 5:25 pm
Forum: Stories, Reminiscing & Teacher/Pupil Memories
Topic: Wierd Hobbies
Replies: 49
Views: 17824

Weird hobbies

Everyone (except me, it seems) fancied Sarah Spurrier, Harry's daughter...
by Crippen
Mon Sep 24, 2007 5:06 pm
Forum: Stories, Reminiscing & Teacher/Pupil Memories
Topic: Wierd Hobbies
Replies: 49
Views: 17824

Wierd hobbies (weird spelling)

I think it was the aforementioned Pete Spurrier that would go out on Big Side with a couple of mates in pitch darkness, throw the business end/half of a broken javelin vertically upwards and run like headless chickens waiting for the object to plummet to earth. Now that's a hobby.