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Inspired from the Simpsons episode on now....
Snow days. The excitement of tuning into your local radio station and hearing your school read out. Fantastic scenes.
Representing your School at sport. That smug feeling when boarding the bus knowing you and your mates were off to play cricket on a beautiful summers day whilst the rest of your class were stuck inside doing algebra.
Snow days. The excitement of tuning into your local radio station and hearing your school read out. Fantastic scenes.
Representing your School at sport. That smug feeling when boarding the bus knowing you and your mates were off to play cricket on a beautiful summers day whilst the rest of your class were stuck inside doing algebra.
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Doing algebra
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Doing Al
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Doing FA
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Doing schoolgirls
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fingering girls
now a days its all about sleeping with them, no one likes a good finger anymore |
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Debra V's legs.
Sue T's smile. Coca cola floats. The top twenty on a Tuesday lunchtime. Playing 3 card brag. Thrutch! For some reason this was the name of table football at our school. Dunno why. |
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Playing football at every break.
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taking bets of my fellow classmates
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The Mortorboard and inkwell held a strange fascination for me.
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Segs
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Senior prefects were given various areas that they were in charge of all year, the gym, the science block, the library and so on. I got the gig of being in charge of the dining halls and the buttery. For an entire year I never paid for so much as a bag of crisps let alone a full lunch which was usually produced to a very good standard. My mates used to queue up in the buttery and get to front and pay for a mars bar when their pockets used to be bulging with burgers, pasties, lucozade and all the rest of it that passed my inspection. Others got busted and Saturday morning detention, I had to be seen to be making some sort of effort to stamp out the prolific pilfering after all
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AZTEC BARS
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the nightwatchman - dont believe you,let me smell your fingers.
ibrahima sonko - playing footy every break,i used to go to school at 7.30 ,gates opened,get pitch to yourself,i live near manchester - so it was man u v man c every break,game carried on ,82 -79 was last scoreline recorded,we used to sing footy songs after every goal. |
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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.
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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
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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. |
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'smell my fingers'
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the bell at 3-40 p.m.
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rural science again erse
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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?
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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...  |
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Must say fingering was a mianstay of my school years,it's probs full on bukkakes nowadays.
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the walk to school at 11am was usually always pleasant - thats about it really
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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).
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Penny up the wall
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It was Margaret at my school.
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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.
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I was milk monitor for a while. We weren't allowed to shake the bottles but I did anyway. I didn't care.
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You nutter EGG.
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It was always t its first at my school.Fingering was always after hours.
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Playing soggy biscuit with my mates.
We still play now, though games go on for minutes rather than seconds |
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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).
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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  |
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Paid for ffs. What sort of private school was this?
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that's the thing cobblaz, spelling didn't matter, we was all guaranteed a nice job in the City anyway...
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I know my place
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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. |
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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.
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Ibrahima Sonko 07 Nov 11 20:34
Playing football at every break. With a tennis ball. |