Great things from your school days

slippy blue - i managed to help count the drinks machine money at the end of school day,our tuck shop was locked in a cleaners type cupboard,our school opened at night for use of sports hall,we had a suspended polystyrene roof tyles,.you could get in the roof space and go anywhere in the school,we went to tuck shop most nights.

did anyone play wraps,a game of cards where the looser has to be struck over the knuckles by as many times as the card he as choosen,i.e 10 of clubs - 10 wraps with pack of cards    -     wait for it - yes 10 wraps of each player,we drew blood many times

kenny mann reporting for detention Sir

mann, write out 100 times, neatly mind.

Persistent perversity provokes a perfectly peaceful prefect to perpetrate particularly painful punishments.

'smell my fingers'

the bell at 3-40 p.m.

rural science again erse

Student teacher Miss Vanessa Cox. Hmmmmm. 23 year old minx attempting to teach 17 year old boys. Is that allowed anymore under health and safety regs?

Several things spring to mind..

Ambushing Miss Jones as she hurriedly tried to negotiate her way past the bogs in the darkest part of the school corridor. Adolescent hands groping her as she squeezed by in that tighter than tight pencil skirt.

The pencil falling to the floor trick as Miss Jones walked past your desk...if you stooped down low enough to retrieve it the upskirt flash would be enough to see you through a week's w@nking.

Flocking like vultures round a carcass to spit on anyone foolhardy enough to kick the ball into the 'grob pit', a name given to the 12 stair descent to what was a door leading into the school furnace room. We would all lean over the wall that segragated the stair from the quad and spit mercilessly on whover had to go down for the ball. The smarter (and harder) boys would nick someone else's school blazer to cover themselves from the spittle that rained down.

Happy days...

Must say fingering was a mianstay of my school years,it's probs full on bukkakes nowadays.

the walk to school at 11am was usually always pleasant  - thats about it really

You do have to wonder what the lucky little bstards of tomorrow will be up to, when I was at school if you found the holy-grail of a soggy, torn but discarded penthouse in the bushes at the end of the playing fields it was all you could do to get a glimpse before the hordes descended like seagulls at feeding time. Nowadays it's all there to research online and the girls know the minimum that's expected of them (oral, vaginal, anal, spaff on chebs, slap face with todger). These are great times to be young (apart from never being able to get a job or buy a house).

Penny up the wall

It was Margaret at my school.

Free school milk(1/3pt. bottles).In winter the class swot was appointed milk slave and had to go outside to bring milk for the whole form.I'll never forget William Statter(Statter the Ratter)as he did it for three years running.

I was milk monitor for a while. We weren't allowed to shake the bottles but I did anyway. I didn't care.

You nutter EGG.

It was always t its first at my school.Fingering was always after hours.

Playing soggy biscuit with my mates.

We still play now, though games go on for minutes rather than seconds

English teacher Miss Amphlett who we dubbed Sharon Stone due to her habit of sitting on her desk or visible chair and doing the crossed legged thingy (needless to say most if not all of the females were sat at the back of the class).

saturday and sunday mornings we were allowed to have our radios on at mealtimes, mornings was ed stewart & junior choice, sunday supper time was the top 30 rundown with tom someone

smoking on the shinty pitch, about 200 yards from the main school; as the nights got darker earlier we kept nearer to the school as it was so fecking cold!

3 card brag & pontoon

proper slate bed snooker table

christmas party - big full on dinner followed by presents round the christmas tree, payed for by a trust fund set up by mrs samuel, some relation to the owner of brown chamberlain 

Paid for ffs. What sort of private school was this?

that's the thing cobblaz, spelling didn't matter, we was all guaranteed a nice job in the City anyway... 

I know my place

Gwendoline Tottle, a tall blonde who wore short skirts, silk stockings, a blouse with the top 3 buttons undone,  and vainly tried to teach us french.

Miss Albany, a shapely brunette, who took a boys geometry class straight after girls netball, and always came in wearing the short pleated netball skirt. One boy got caned for having a piece of a mirror stuck to his shoe. He said it was worth it.

Anybody speaking in the dinner hall got a bollocking. This was more fun when the first 3 or 4 at the 8 seater tables loosened the tops on the salt cellars.

The only person allowed to cane us was the headmaster. Didn't hurt much as he was about 5 feet 1 and couldn't move it fast to save his life.

Ibrahima Sonko 07 Nov 11 20:34 
Playing football at every break.


With a tennis ball.

you started at 11am coach

i remember swapping football stickers and walker's tazo's

yep footy stickers were brlliant.  I've still got the panini 1987 album, all completed.

Stabbing other kids with a set of compasses

Probably against Health and Safety now.

My mate stabbed me with a pencil once, can still see the lead in my hand

Spud guns.

I remember laughing alot and having warm toast for tea afterwards.

Great memories.

British Bulldog.
Playing hand squash and whoever fouled twice had to run 'the wall'. The wall being everyone lined up to make a tunnel and you had to run through it whilst being savagely kicked and punched. A visit to the sanatorium to see nurse was a frequent occurrence afterwards. Happy days indeed.

Dozens of girls(and several female teachers)suggesting more and more perverted sex acts they were willing to perform if only I would choose them to be my burd.



Then waking up with sticky pajamas

The old style tooth-mangling Highland Toffees. Only cost 5p, and they lasted for ages.

20 a-side with a tennis ball

great days

Reading through, thinking of British Bulldog then I got to Slippy's postso need some more

mucky dripping sarnies (+ salt-natch)
frozen jubblys
"scramble" (ciggy cards in the air)
conkers

some fun posts on here. slippy blue as a corrupt prefect made me think of an african border guard who you need to bribe to get in or out of the country

We used to play a game in which one person would hit a tennis ball as high into the air as possible, then everyone else would beat seven shades of sh!t out of each other in a bid to be the one to retrieve it. How no-one got seriously hurt I don't know.

Beano/Dandy stickers, and Garbage Pail Kids ones.

Got, got, got, need, got, need.

slipping your hand into the wet knickers of some girl who has teased you for months and lying in bed smelling it later than night, fantastic!!!

Playing 'walley'...it basically started with the first kid who would kick the football against the school wall and the next kid would have no more than one bounce before he had to kick it back at the wall and then next kid took his turn until everyone had had their turn and it started again. If you fvcked up and you missed the wall or you allowed the ball to bounce more than once before you had it under control you were out.

On our way to school pulling up the drainhole cover and placing the .303 live rounds we had nicked at the Army Cadets on the ledge, then kicking the cover down.

Playing 'walley'...it basically started with the first kid who would kick the football against the school wall and the next kid would have no more than one bounce before he had to kick it back at the wall and then next kid took his turn until everyone had had their turn and it started again. If you fvcked up and you missed the wall or you allowed the ball to bounce more than once before you had it under control you were out.

Yeah we played that too. Called the same thing.

na it was called SPOT  ^

cuppy doubles and SHITHEAD where you kicked the ball against a wall

spot here in sheffield, first one out had to go home and bring back a bottle of pop for the rest, preferably something exotic from the "pop man"

Wallball we called it. Other top playground entertainment included japs & commandos, finals, hide & seek, marbles & even an occasional game of hopscotch.

Playing nearest the wall with 10p,ten players at a time, a £1 to the winner.
This led to more serious forms of gambling ,and this led to me getting exspelled,when i came back to school after two weeks i started gambling again, but this time it was worse because the school bullies found our secret hideout and demanded money each day or they would tell the headmaster,this led to very serious implications because one day i refused to pay and lit cigerettes were stubbed into me,when i got home my father called the police and a big investigation took place,the outcome of all this was that five bullies were exspelled for a month i was frequently called a grass.

Nice memories

Miss Pukwana the french teacher.

suspended shirley

It was always a treat to be given a new quill pen, and at playtime, trying to catch a glimpse
of Victoria's pantaloons, as she played Hop Scotch.

Happy days!

So you were at school with Jack Cole before he had the gender reassignment?

football with a tennis ball-tarmac playground - ouch!!

ballon football  use a  balloon indoors at home with the windows each end of our lounge as goals  hilarious

long summers playing cricket england v australia - we pretended to be the players of each side and went through the whole innings all day!!!!
Played on a lawn about only 10 yards long and about 5 yards wide with a railway line right alongside it !!!!!!  very complicated rules!!! including over the railway fence 6 and out.

football and cricket in the evenings kids from the estate with dads joining in - would start on the green but outgrow itself with numbers and always ended on the rec with 20 or 30
Always breakfast and dinner at the table - not allowed to leave without permission and eaten it all!!
and tea at my grandmas  (both of them) - fantastic teas
I was a lucky boy I reckon. No wonder I stand back in amazement at what some families are up to these days.

frimpong     09 Nov 11 01:26 
you started at 11am coach
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i was never much of an early riser

Plasticene.

Mmmm....

So, who is the "new" Jack Cole?  I've been away.

didnt your teachers mind Coach? i hate mornings too mate

Just occurred to me that plasticene is a metaphor for life.  You start out with clearly defined strips of bright primary colours and end up with a shapeless grey lump.

Good job I didn't realise that at the time or I might have become really depressed.

Tuesday afternoons, double metalwork then double woodwork then running home in the dark to have a big bowl of scouse with crusty bread and watching Rentaghost then Grange Hill.

Cresta - it's frothy maaan!

frimpong     10 Nov 11 23:47 
didnt your teachers mind Coach? i hate mornings too mate
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they sort of gave up on me after a while  i've always preferred  learning at home -i hate classroom type environments . 

hope you're doing well mate !

Cresta - it's frothy maaan!

I think you mean : Cresta - it's frothy maaan! 

Setting the gas pipe alight in science,instant flame thrower.

At my first school we played soccer with a couple of pairs of socks that were folded/rolled up to make a ball. Nobody could aford a ball.

At my next school, there was a game where you started at the half way line and had to run into the goal - no ball involved - without hitting the floor, 25 kids would be waiting to kick or slide tackle you to make you fall, to stop you succeeding. Brutal game.

Me and my mates Lenny and Karl used to run a book on Wacky Races, used to price up on Mondays for Tuesday night's show. Karl lived a long way from school and used to get a different region of ITV that showed the episodes a week earlier for some reason

is your name Homer Simpson?

??

Miss Forrester (French Teacher).

Snap-Its

Glue sniffing on the bus.

catford:

lenny and karl are homer's mates at mo's bar.

melting pens and rulers with a bunsen burner.

Playing football with 20 men a side that appeared to have no touchlines and goalkeepers shouting "play on" when it went behind for a goal kick as they couldn't be ar$ed retrieving the ball.
Shinning up drain pipes to climb on the school roof to get a ball.

goalkeepers shouting "play on" when it went behind for a goal kick as they couldn't be ar$ed retrieving the ball.

ha ha, forgot that one.

getting into a girls knickers and trying to get them off for easier access; from what my wife says her friends daughters all wear thongs and g-strings now so it must be easy for the lads now.

I have just fainted!!!

goalkeepers shouting "play on" when it went behind for a goal kick as they couldn't be ar$ed retrieving the ball.

Going to the tuck shop and buying fizzy lizzies.

making your face go red. 
going round in circles to get dizzy.
turning your eye lashes inside out.
putting your rucksack on your front and running into others that had done likewise.

getting really good exam results. 

gingerbread and custard...6 people crammed into a car at lunchtime listening
to johnny walkers top 5 while smoking marooanna.

The mythical fight.
A rumour would start involving two of the perceived hard lads
"I've heard Fitzy and Evo are having a fight after school"

Further nonsensical rumours would occur
"Fitzy is turning up with his brothers knuckle dusters"
"Evo is bringing a baseball bat"

Then absolutely nothing would happen after school.

Setting the gas taps alight in the science room

Fecking flame throwers...................

  leviathan ^^

Letting off a fire alarm during a lesson you didnt like

lol

Destroying The Teachers Pet Woodwork Model before he got into Class.

Good to see fingering get a mention

Free school meals during the summer holidays.

The size of my curly wurly

chocolate pudding with chocolate custard was yum yum

Absolutely nothing.

? Really ?

good to see petrus and twomatchpoints back.

Dinner Tickets - A shilling in the machine gave you a thing like a bus ticket to exchange for your meal, but a shilling also got you a copy of the Sporting Life - No contest!!!!!!

Getting rejected by Jim'll Fix It and refused membership of Rolf's Cartoon Club.

Tracing paper off dinner lady to wipe your *rse and witchhazel for cuts and bruises. Play truent really easy. Gangs, catholic - protestant fights. C*cks of the school

Dr Who. Everyone talking about that big black Dalek but our family had colour, it was red!

Dinner Tickets - A shilling in the machine gave you a thing like a bus ticket to exchange for your meal,

Never paid anything for my school meals.

The French French Teacher, Miss Pukwana, caused many a commotion in a schoolboys underpants.