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Here are two stories to get things moving.....
"The Deputy Head's Car"
At the Xmas party we were surrounded by the densest fog imaginable.
These were the days of textile mills flourishing and every household with coal fires.
The deputy head had an Austin Seven and it was parked at the front of the school.
Some very naughty boys lifted/dragged it to the middle of the hockey field, and next morning with the fog still bad, he was out looking for it,
and I had walked home after the party, and was taking a short cut from the girls entrance drive (where we were not allowed) to the boys entrance, diagonally across the hockey pitch, and almost ran into him but just kept going, despite his yelling, as he couldn't see who I was.
It's worth mentioning that all of said naughty boys were in the top classes but, every morning after assembly the likes of Roy "Killer" Kilburn and the lower ranks
were interrogated, on suspicion of being the culprits.
Killer was a disgrace, and one of life's mysteries as to how he ever got to Grammar School!
His jacket and trousers were covered in all manner of stains and he was able to make himself sick to order!
His party piece was falling off the three feet high stage every time he was called up.
"John Rodger's Shoes"
John had parents who were always moving to new towns but were essentially Londoners.
He had a pair of pearlised leather winkle picker shoes, the likes of which none of us had seen!
It's worth mentioning here that I do not admit to being one of "The Naughty Boys" and nor did I condone some of the antics that were so outrageous!
After rugby one day, he found that some heathen had cut off the ends of his shoes.
This was not good and, in fact, the police were called but, of course, they couldn't pin it on anyone!
"The Deputy Head's Car"
At the Xmas party we were surrounded by the densest fog imaginable.
These were the days of textile mills flourishing and every household with coal fires.
The deputy head had an Austin Seven and it was parked at the front of the school.
Some very naughty boys lifted/dragged it to the middle of the hockey field, and next morning with the fog still bad, he was out looking for it,
and I had walked home after the party, and was taking a short cut from the girls entrance drive (where we were not allowed) to the boys entrance, diagonally across the hockey pitch, and almost ran into him but just kept going, despite his yelling, as he couldn't see who I was.
It's worth mentioning that all of said naughty boys were in the top classes but, every morning after assembly the likes of Roy "Killer" Kilburn and the lower ranks
were interrogated, on suspicion of being the culprits.
Killer was a disgrace, and one of life's mysteries as to how he ever got to Grammar School!
His jacket and trousers were covered in all manner of stains and he was able to make himself sick to order!
His party piece was falling off the three feet high stage every time he was called up.
"John Rodger's Shoes"
John had parents who were always moving to new towns but were essentially Londoners.
He had a pair of pearlised leather winkle picker shoes, the likes of which none of us had seen!
It's worth mentioning here that I do not admit to being one of "The Naughty Boys" and nor did I condone some of the antics that were so outrageous!
After rugby one day, he found that some heathen had cut off the ends of his shoes.
This was not good and, in fact, the police were called but, of course, they couldn't pin it on anyone!
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Open-toed 'Winkle pickers,
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I had sling back wellies back then.
 fashionista me, I think it was a kink. |
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You should see my thigh highs with 4 inch heels!!!!
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Kinky,! but necessarily (Eric Morecambe voice) in a Ray Davies way.
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Several years ago I was staying overnight with a girlfriend and unusually, her bedroom was on the ground floor between the lounge and the kitchen. Woke up in the middle of the night absolutely bursting for a wee: my bladder was like a spacehopper. Couldn't be bothered to go upstairs to the bathroom so went into the kitchen, had a look around and plucked a vase off the shelf in which to do aforementioned wee. I didn't hear her mother come down stairs with ninja-like stealth and she caught me mid-wee, entirely naked with my todger in her vase. At the same time that she screamed and ran upstairs to fetch her husband I decided the game was up and scooted back to the bedroom to get dressed and leave. Pronto, as he was a big bugger (her father, not my todger). My shame was not yet complete though as at the very moment I was putting my boxers on, the door swung open and there was a ripping noise as I contrived to put both legs through one hole of my boxers and they caught around my knees. So there I was, now 2 for 2 of her parents seeing me naked. And not that it would have made much difference it transpired that the vase was a wedding present.
And people say romance is dead. |
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Great story JM, |
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saw the title and thought it wasabout judd trump! norty
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"The School Play"
This was a kind of "Upstairs-Downstairs" play, tinged with a bit of "Bertie Wooster".... One kid was standing in the wings, with a tray held at shoulder height. On the tray was a whisky glass and decanter that had been filled with cold tea. I say had, but it was then tipped out, and filled with pee! The servant poured the drink and left the stage, but thankfully the Lord Of The Manor realised before drinking it.... "The First Year's Plimsolls" The school was rapidly becoming short of space and, whereas most classes had their own form room, one new set of pupils had to use the art room. So they were nomadic, and art was the only subject in that room. Because of this they had lockers for all their stuff and each one had a shiney new padlock . What they weren't aware of was that the lockers had no backs, and so some naughty boys pulled them away from the wall, and using the convenient artist materials, their pure white plimsolls were decorated with some quite inspirational designs, and some with CND logos. |
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"John Hall's Desk"
This was anarchy at it's worst....well almost! Waiting for the French teacher, some naughty boy set fire to some loose paper in the desk when JH was absent. At that very moment the teacher arrived and the lesson continued. The desks had a sliding cover over where the ink wells would have been originally. There were little puffs of smoke coming out but not noticed. After the lesson the lid was lifted and the thing went up in an inferno. Two boys carried it downstairs to the boys toilet, and some enterprising kid got bottles of milk and poured them in, causing a foul stench. Now the deputy head arrived on the scene, and the kids were saying "we'll find out who did it sir" and were running around cuffing kids around the ears and pretending to interrogate them! Shocking behaviour! |
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Johnny_Mustang 19 Apr 17 10:58 Joined: 18 Feb 07 | Topic/replies: 10,997 | Blogger: Johnny_Mustang's blog Several years ago I was staying overnight with a girlfriend and unusually, her bedroom was on the ground floor between the lounge and the kitchen. Woke up in the middle of the night absolutely bursting for a wee: my bladder was like a spacehopper. Couldn't be bothered to go upstairs to the bathroom so went into the kitchen, had a look around and plucked a vase off the shelf in which to do aforementioned wee. I didn't hear her mother come down stairs with ninja-like stealth and she caught me mid-wee, entirely naked with my todger in her vase. At the same time that she screamed and ran upstairs to fetch her husband I decided the game was up and scooted back to the bedroom to get dressed and leave. Pronto, as he was a big bugger (her father, not my todger). My shame was not yet complete though as at the very moment I was putting my boxers on, the door swung open and there was a ripping noise as I contrived to put both legs through one hole of my boxers and they caught around my knees. So there I was, now 2 for 2 of her parents seeing me naked. And not that it would have made much difference it transpired that the vase was a wedding present. And people say romance is dead. Should have just p1ssed out the birds bedroom window |
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AP you sound like a one of they SPORTS JOCKS from American schools
What did you do to get in the Brotherhood ? |
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Wheres all this heading AP.
First an act of vandalism and now a naughty boys story. What's next? Can you forgive a murderer? |
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Did you see the girl after that JM?
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No mate, I didn't. She was very good looking but extraordinarily thick and would have got on my nerves sooner rather than later.
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Killer was a disgrace, and one of life's mysteries as to how he ever got to Grammar School!
_________________ He can't help himself  |
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Aunty ,is there anything you haven't told us.
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A mild one, but we were in physics and our teacher left the room for 5 minutes.
I noticed an ice-cream tub full of the largest size Pritt Sticks on his desk. I went grabbed and unscrewed one a bit, then told one of the naughty boys that if he kind of rolled it off his hand, he could get it to stick on the ceiling... after a couple of goes THUD it stuck. Within a minute, all the other naughty boys got in on the action and around 15 big Pritt Sticks were dotted about the ceiling. The best bit was the five minutes after the teacher came back in, everybody had a smirk, and he knew something was up but had no idea what until one landed on his desk right in front of him. He looked up, there was a huge sigh and you could see that he wanted to tell us all to just f**k off  |
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We had a prank that we did on numerous occasions.
Was in an annexe building one floor up, tech subjects. The teachers had their break in an adjoining building. And to get back they had to walk a path directly below us. The room had windows where the top part opened by pulling an attached rope. The windows when flat could hold a fair bit of water which we released onto the teachers as they passed. Was always good fun unless you got caught. |
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teachers not stat taking umbrellas
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After the first time we did it, not long after the annexe was built, they used to check the windows were closed.
If open they'd climb up onto the small wall that ran along the path so as not to get soaked. But it did happen quite a few times each year. |
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Should have used the slop out method
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The tech teachers were the best bunch in the school.
Up for a laugh and would play pranks on us. I did Applied Mechanics and I remember when the fulcrum point was being explained. Involved distance and weight at either side to get balance. Teacher sent somebody to another class for a 'long weight'. Bit naff I know but the type of thing you fell for at that age. |
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auntie unloading
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Some of the happenings weren't stories as such but included....
Someone setting free all the rats in the Biology Lab.... We made mini-blowpipes using a straw with a straight pin, and paper flight dart, that were surprisingly effective as they would pierce someones clothing.... A teacher known as "Hairy Dave" because of his enormous shock of red hair, would pace up and down the room with his gown flowing behind him. He had a merciless habit of suddenly turning around, and throwing the board rubber, if he heard someone speaking. It wasn't unusual for him to have a dozen, or so, darts in his gown at the end of a lesson! "Granny Gordon" a History teacher must have been in her 90's as she was old many years previously when my sister was at the school! Her trademark was her fur coat which she wore all year One day she came in the class and placed a beautiful bunch of daffodils on the desk. In the next door classroom there was a riot going on and she left to deal with it. Some of the kids had leather thongs (not underwear) with a knot tied at one end. They were very effective in dealing with insolence from the younger kids. When she came back there were bits of daffodils all over the place! "The Cross country Run".... of which there were two yearly events, and also those who elected to not play cricket, were sent off on a mini one. The guys would let the field get a head start and, when onto the country lanes, there was a reservoir with elevated banking. It was a wonderful sun trap and, with the cooling water, a great place to spend an hour or two and enjoy a couple of "Woodbines". When the poor kids were returning, coughing and wheezing, the guys would tag on behind and then run like hell for a good finish. |
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Any Back Door Action Action among these full of Bravado Chaps ?
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After seeing the Thread Head I thought this was a Gay thread
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Slippys story about scrumping and my reply has been removed.
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Not sure why boxingthefox, my reply was perfectly innocent as was yours, I'm completely nonplussed mate
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Probably some PC 'admission to historical theft' bl00dy nonsense.
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Boys go scrumping!!..... Where will it all end!!..............FFS,
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^^^^ because it's on AP's other related thread, not this one.
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 Thank's Clouseau, what a DIPSTICK I am, sorry Slips, sold you a dummy. |
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Slips and Foxy vying to be Trigger.
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Alright, Dave.
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His jacket and trousers were covered in all manner of stains
Im sure the Back door Action has Been left out |
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This fred starting to whiff,
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