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you started at 11am coach
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yep footy stickers were brlliant. I've still got the panini 1987 album, all completed.
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Stabbing other kids with a set of compasses
Probably against Health and Safety now. |
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My mate stabbed me with a pencil once, can still see the lead in my hand
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Spud guns.
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I remember laughing alot and having warm toast for tea afterwards.
Great memories. |
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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. |
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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 ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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The old style tooth-mangling Highland Toffees. Only cost 5p, and they lasted for ages.
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20 a-side with a tennis ball
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Reading through, thinking of British Bulldog then I got to Slippy's post
so need some moremucky dripping sarnies (+ salt-natch) frozen jubblys "scramble" (ciggy cards in the air) conkers |
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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 |
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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.
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Beano/Dandy stickers, and Garbage Pail Kids ones.
Got, got, got, need, got, need. |
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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!!!
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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.
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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.
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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. |
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na it was called SPOT ^
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cuppy doubles and SHITHEAD where you kicked the ball against a wall
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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"
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Wallball we called it. Other top playground entertainment included japs & commandos, finals, hide & seek, marbles & even an occasional game of hopscotch.
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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 ![]() |
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Miss Pukwana the french teacher.
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suspended shirley
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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! |
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So you were at school with Jack Cole before he had the gender reassignment?
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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. |
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frimpong 09 Nov 11 01:26
you started at 11am coach ___________________________ i was never much of an early riser ![]() |
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Plasticene.
Mmmm.... So, who is the "new" Jack Cole? I've been away. |
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didnt your teachers mind Coach? i hate mornings too mate
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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. |
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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.
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Cresta - it's frothy maaan!
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frimpong 10 Nov 11 23:47
didnt your teachers mind Coach? i hate mornings too mate _____________ 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 ! |
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Cresta - it's frothy maaan!
I think you mean : Cresta - it's frothy maaan! ![]() |
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Setting the gas pipe alight in science,instant flame thrower.
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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. |
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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
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is your name Homer Simpson?
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