A lot of people who post on here went to the best public shools the country has to offer, it's interesting how we all ended up gamblers.

*schools* just in case the typo gestapo are out in force tonight.

H.M. count me in, I had no chance whatsoever.

My dad never gambled, except on the National, not even on the Derby.

Strange but true, I owe my gambling to the fact I couldn't kick a ball straight.

All round our school playground were terraced houses, and every house bar one had a high fence, so kids didn't keep pestering people for the ball back. 

When the ball went through the gap in the fence, whoever put it through had to walk round the block and get it back.

It was a betting shop, I was fascinated by numbers, and the father of the bookie I later worked for taught me a lot.

lol  classic from  14.03 on  -  this programme is like a Harry Enfield sketch.




'ave to go thievin' mate won't i ?

Just read it myself, we used to play St.Dunstans in Catford at rugby, we gave them a terrible time..

This is a good thread about it Regv http://forum.sydenham.org.uk/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=3148&p=35645&hilit=Peter+Pans#p35645

With a picture too!

All round our school playground were terraced houses, and every house bar one had a high fence, so kids didn't keep pestering people for the ball back.
 
That reminds me of university. Long story...

We lived in an area that every street had the main street, and a back alley for deliveries and the outhouse. Anyway, the back alleys took no traffic at all by the time we got there, except parking.

We must have moved in early September time and within a couple of days this old f*cker from next door came knocking. We thought, oh sh*t, this is going to be a long year - turn down the TV.

Anyway, we ignored him. He came round the next day so I answered the door, and he was properly old.

Him: You must be the new students.
Me: Well, we're third years, but we've just moved in, yeah.
Him: Well, very pleased to meet you. (Holds out hand, I shake it).
Me (cautiously): You too.
Him: Don't worry, I'm just over to ask you to keep the noise down during Emmerdale.
Me: Er, OK.
Him: Make all the noise you want the rest of the time, I'll just turn off me hearing aid. Fly a plane over if you want - when we were your age we had some parties.

Anyway, we ended up becoming quite friendly with him. He was double sandwiched by students on each side (housing wise), and instead of being a miserable old tw*t about it, he clearly thought, f*ck it they're here, I may as well accept it and have some fun.

He watched over our house, and the two other student houses next door over Christmas and Easter (one house foolishly didn't take to him). He even looked after our fish at Christmas.

Come spring we started playing street cricket. The old boy came out to watch and asked if he could join in. We put him in at wickie - had the reflexes of a cat. It became a regular event. I think that his hips were a bit f*cked but that's probably inevitable at his age.

We tried to form the 'Mr Adamson, World's Greatest Octogenarian Wicketkeeper Society', but sadly it was only about a month before our finals, so couldn't get funding

Brilliantly, later found out that he had a race named after him. Think he'd be a bit p*ssed off though because he didn't get to be there.

The rest of the world is only interested in BBC English.  Why would they be bothered with regional inbreeding?

Strong Black Country, which has never bothered me, cos I sound as thick as sh!te and I am as fast as f@ck.