Tell Rabbie Burns!!! Legitimate quote, I think...FRIDGE wrote: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:12 pmyeah well as you should remember i was not exactly the best at english!!!HowardH wrote:Forgotten, dear boy, not "forgot" - oh dear!
It was good to see you the other day.
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Re: Favourite teacher - or least memorable
I've just spent a few hours wallowing on the forum and it's triggered a desire to see who and what I can or can't recall. I still have my school reports, and while I don't recognise the (almost) paragon of virtue that they describe, decyphering the master's initials proved interesting.
I recall a master lurking upstairs in the 'new' science block, next to the science library when I did my one term of biology (clashed with maths). From the report that would appear to have been Brotherton. I was also inveigled into helping with the science library - would that have been him?
Physics: I did not like Potty Burr but he appears to have thought highly of me. Bwana Goodall built on the foundations, followed by Stan Malone. My physics report from my 1 term schollie was signed RQH/CVS. I was a great fan of Ping and a staunch trustee in his electronics lab, but have no recollection of RQ Hackett.
Pelmore, Higgins (? no memory!) and Ratty taught me Chemistry, which I liked, as opposed to Physics, which I could do. Incidentally one Ajaz Karim joined us then...
English: Fishhead Edwards kicked off, followed by JM Mason (Dylan Couplets sticks in the mind, but nothing else took root). Basil Gr-gr-egory laid the foundations, followed by more Fishhead. I have little memory of PJS Taylor (maybe it was some Shakespeare acting in class?), and apparently Bussey taught me (use of?) English later for a year but all I can get is a faint echo of Karim Yasamee taking the p of a Hattersley-like splutter.
I couldn't cope with Floppy Biggs, having joined a class who I think had done a year's French when I hadn't - and it was conducted in French. I got on better with Peto and Slater later.
Bomber, Kit and JED tried to teach me Latin and general classics with gradual success. All were characters and good teachers.
Bogey Fryer was instrumental in the damascene conversion when I determined to do A levels (parents were convinced I would drop out as failing to echo my brilliant brother). Ernie McCall had laid the foundations with Dolly O'Meara and Rubber Johnny, each in their own inimitable fashion. I clicked further with Rocker Rae and Zak Wilson, maths ending up as my best result despite the A level aptitude test telling that my numerical ability was low... I wasn't therefore allowed to go for double maths like my brother.
Peter Webb and Keith Stratton taught me my craft skills. Having the same initials as Keith could have caused confusion with my labelled metalwork products apart from the fact that my skill was never anywhere close to the other KS. Very pleasant bloke and unfairly picked on by some, mindful of his lack of academic status, but his generous creation of the hand-built railway for the disabled school was an inspiration to us. Webb was odd (sandpaper labelled fine, coarse, corsets).
I hadn't realised that Paddy Cullen had the onerous task of trying to enthuse me with my mandatory German 'option' for 2 years. Some of it stuck.
I have little memory of Basil, JH Page and ALE for Geography, but there was more of a 'light-bulb' interest with Nog Lorimer, possibly due to the head shape? The barograph seemed to detect a lot of seismic activity...
History seemed to have passed me by (Fishhead, JMM, an uncypherable squiggle [not Hayden!], who said I had signs of a top-rate historian, and Harry Spurrier (much more prosaic, and my housemaster)). Maybe 'squiggle' was right since I am now delving into past times...
Other house masters were Pongo, aided and abetted by Roger Martin, whose ability to communicate countered Pongo's firm but fair severity but he left for Starehe after my first year (I think), RDS and 'Cobber' Cornish, then Harry Spurrier with Gerald Davies, Keith Stratton, and eventually Ubi Atkinson, with whom you stood on shifting sands. With the others you knew where you were, but being let off without even a caution after being caught bang to rights smoking for the 3rd time (in the squash courts no less) with him providing the excuse for me of 'well, it was raining' rather diminished what little opinion I had of him.
Of course with the list of names mentioned above I have taken a shocked and avid interest in the abuse matters and applaud the fact that one can read about them here. I do have to say that I have no regrets about my experiences from CH which have stood me in very good stead. I was a willing attendee, following my brother and happy to be (and learn to be) independent.
I recall a master lurking upstairs in the 'new' science block, next to the science library when I did my one term of biology (clashed with maths). From the report that would appear to have been Brotherton. I was also inveigled into helping with the science library - would that have been him?
Physics: I did not like Potty Burr but he appears to have thought highly of me. Bwana Goodall built on the foundations, followed by Stan Malone. My physics report from my 1 term schollie was signed RQH/CVS. I was a great fan of Ping and a staunch trustee in his electronics lab, but have no recollection of RQ Hackett.
Pelmore, Higgins (? no memory!) and Ratty taught me Chemistry, which I liked, as opposed to Physics, which I could do. Incidentally one Ajaz Karim joined us then...
English: Fishhead Edwards kicked off, followed by JM Mason (Dylan Couplets sticks in the mind, but nothing else took root). Basil Gr-gr-egory laid the foundations, followed by more Fishhead. I have little memory of PJS Taylor (maybe it was some Shakespeare acting in class?), and apparently Bussey taught me (use of?) English later for a year but all I can get is a faint echo of Karim Yasamee taking the p of a Hattersley-like splutter.
I couldn't cope with Floppy Biggs, having joined a class who I think had done a year's French when I hadn't - and it was conducted in French. I got on better with Peto and Slater later.
Bomber, Kit and JED tried to teach me Latin and general classics with gradual success. All were characters and good teachers.
Bogey Fryer was instrumental in the damascene conversion when I determined to do A levels (parents were convinced I would drop out as failing to echo my brilliant brother). Ernie McCall had laid the foundations with Dolly O'Meara and Rubber Johnny, each in their own inimitable fashion. I clicked further with Rocker Rae and Zak Wilson, maths ending up as my best result despite the A level aptitude test telling that my numerical ability was low... I wasn't therefore allowed to go for double maths like my brother.
Peter Webb and Keith Stratton taught me my craft skills. Having the same initials as Keith could have caused confusion with my labelled metalwork products apart from the fact that my skill was never anywhere close to the other KS. Very pleasant bloke and unfairly picked on by some, mindful of his lack of academic status, but his generous creation of the hand-built railway for the disabled school was an inspiration to us. Webb was odd (sandpaper labelled fine, coarse, corsets).
I hadn't realised that Paddy Cullen had the onerous task of trying to enthuse me with my mandatory German 'option' for 2 years. Some of it stuck.
I have little memory of Basil, JH Page and ALE for Geography, but there was more of a 'light-bulb' interest with Nog Lorimer, possibly due to the head shape? The barograph seemed to detect a lot of seismic activity...
History seemed to have passed me by (Fishhead, JMM, an uncypherable squiggle [not Hayden!], who said I had signs of a top-rate historian, and Harry Spurrier (much more prosaic, and my housemaster)). Maybe 'squiggle' was right since I am now delving into past times...
Other house masters were Pongo, aided and abetted by Roger Martin, whose ability to communicate countered Pongo's firm but fair severity but he left for Starehe after my first year (I think), RDS and 'Cobber' Cornish, then Harry Spurrier with Gerald Davies, Keith Stratton, and eventually Ubi Atkinson, with whom you stood on shifting sands. With the others you knew where you were, but being let off without even a caution after being caught bang to rights smoking for the 3rd time (in the squash courts no less) with him providing the excuse for me of 'well, it was raining' rather diminished what little opinion I had of him.
Of course with the list of names mentioned above I have taken a shocked and avid interest in the abuse matters and applaud the fact that one can read about them here. I do have to say that I have no regrets about my experiences from CH which have stood me in very good stead. I was a willing attendee, following my brother and happy to be (and learn to be) independent.