tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post8778318337287306099..comments2024-03-27T12:09:07.950+00:00Comments on CRIVENS! COMICS & STUFF!: PART TWO OF SCHOOLTIME SCANDALS: RUINED REPUTATIONS...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-28742997405538372232013-02-01T13:29:29.524+00:002013-02-01T13:29:29.524+00:00Martin, I Googled the book, and it certainly looks...Martin, I Googled the book, and it certainly looks interesting. I'll pop into the library today and see if they've got a copy. Thanks for the heads-up.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-26831993024799968912013-02-01T09:28:15.654+00:002013-02-01T09:28:15.654+00:00Is that the comedian, Martin? Haven't read any...Is that the comedian, Martin? Haven't read any of his books - didn't know he'd written any.<br /><br />Any good?Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-67501530197382299722013-02-01T08:22:42.772+00:002013-02-01T08:22:42.772+00:00Have you ever read David Mitchell's 'Black...Have you ever read David Mitchell's 'Black Swan Green'?Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-23434153114927246302013-01-31T22:26:39.896+00:002013-01-31T22:26:39.896+00:00Ah, but Moonmando, O'Neil's class was not ...Ah, but Moonmando, O'Neil's class was not JUST for outcasts and unteachables - it was also the repository for those who had free periods in 3rd year. I found myself amongst the great unwashed of Mr O'Neil's class on occasion and we were free to do anything we wished: play cards, sit with our feet up on the desks, eat crisps, drink cans of Coke, etc. Mr O'Neil called me 'Gorgon Robthing' and once sent me up to the new block to fetch a pack of cards from an English teacher. "If he asks, tell him I'm showing you some magic tricks," he said, although it was so we could play poker.<br /><br />When I knocked on the classroom door, I was summoned inside. "What can I do for you, Gordon?", asked a teacher whose class I had never been in before. I explained that Mr O'Neil was looking for a pack of cards, which were passed into my hands. When I got back, I asked Mr O'Neil how the teacher could possibly have known my name. "Very simple, Robthing" he explained, "whenever you walk through the playground, the teachers in the staff room point to you and say "That's him - that's Gordon Robson, that's him there!" I assume it was because my fame as a caricaturist of teachers had preceded me, but maybe it was because quite a few of them had come second place in discussions with me over points of 'pupil etiquette'.<br /><br />I last saw Mr O'Neil in The Forum Lounge Bar one evening in the late '70s, I think. We had a brief chat wherein he asked me what I was currently up to, still addressing me as 'Robthing' in the process. Great bloke, wasn't he? <br /><br />Sadly, I'd heard he had died a good number of years ago, which is a shame. At least he lives on in memory, eh?<br />Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-36102189475008238732013-01-31T21:25:36.765+00:002013-01-31T21:25:36.765+00:00Ah!..Buttonheid!I was in Mr O`Neils class directly...Ah!..Buttonheid!I was in Mr O`Neils class directly across from the aforementioned.As you probably remember,Millar was constantly staring across at us reprobates and wondering what we were getting up to,our class indeed being a remedial one and as such filled with the outcasts and unteachables.As he stared across at us,particularly me,as my brother gave him such a hard time,i felt him gaze with a real sense of self satisfaction that i,like my bro` were cast from the same mould and would never amount to much in life.I would show him,i thought!<br />Cut to five years later and i had left school with no qualifications but a willingness to work just the same.I managed to get a job with the local cleansing dept as a labourer.One day,being assigned to take over the local roadsweepers job,him being off sick,i was told to cover his area,which at the time was the village.Imagine then my horror when out of one of the local hostelries(The Monty),popped Buttonheid!I felt his glee and utmost delight on seeing me push this dustcart,with brush in hand trundling along the street.Through his laughter,i`m sure he called out my name,commenting some derogatory remark at the same time.So much for showing him!<br />Anyway,i`d love to end my short tale by letting you know that i went on to better things and finished up by having a stellar career and retiring on a fat wad of cash.....You know better though,eh Kid! moonmandohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01426512355313104656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-50486169587608053322013-01-31T19:53:51.178+00:002013-01-31T19:53:51.178+00:00I went back and took photos all around the school ...I went back and took photos all around the school before it was demolished about 4 or 5 years ago. However, these are even older snaps from another source.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-10032916371877510562013-01-31T19:16:14.855+00:002013-01-31T19:16:14.855+00:00Did you go back to take the snaps? I can't go ...Did you go back to take the snaps? I can't go back to my old school, even though it's just round the corner, I'll instantly turn to dust as soon as I cross the threshold.DeadSpiderEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07687178085803686186noreply@blogger.com