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Morning all.

 

Sunny and dry weather here.

When I was at school the only time names were used was when the register was called, otherwise there seemed to be a lot of pointing and use of "You, boy" There was ome maths teacher who called everyone "Charles".

 

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Morning All, Blue sky seems to be emerging. Can't figure out whether that is good or bad as the weather seems to change radically at the drop of a hat! You boy seemed to be the most common form of address in my school as well though official policy was to use the surname only. For some obscure reason I seem to have been addressed using my surname only for most of my school and working life. Even now in a company that has everyone using first names I am invariably addressed as "Renshaw" by people that know me. The odd thing is I hear both my sons addressed in exactly the same way by their friends! Strange things names.

 

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Morning all,

 

No delivery this morning so longer in bed!

 

0.5 oktas, sunshine but only 6C over this end of Hampshire.

 

 

When I was at school the only time names were used was when the register was called, otherwise there seemed to be a lot of pointing and use of "You, boy"

 

Whilst surnames were the order of the day at my school (minor and major added if necessary), most common way of getting pupils' attention in lessons was a carefully aimed board rubber - solid block of wood with felt on one side! Our lot were obviously of the opinion that it was rude to point :icon_winker: Never did find out if the staff had a darts team - they'd certainly honed their aiming skills somehow!

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Morning guys....smile.gif

 

I'm another one from the "you boy" education system...

 

Those of you that know me, will know I have an unusual surname. Before the internet and search engines came along, I had never come across anyone with the same surname and limited searches by looking at phone books etc never threw up any others. Once search engines came into play and with my kids growing up in the Facebook generation, we've been surprised to find 8-10 others who must be related somewhere down the line, although much earlier than my father's generation.

 

I guess if I had the time and inclination, I could start to map a family tree, but it's not something that has really appealed to me.

 

On my own again today, so a full day of modelling beckons. Never happier than when messing about with bits of wood. Had a minor mishap yesterday though. Power bench saws can bite so they always need respect. I got slightly distracted yesterday and a piece of ply caught in the 10" blade that was turning at umpteen thousand rev's. There was a bang and it came of the saw like a large bullet. The only thing standing in the way was me and I caught it right in a very delicate place......Jeez, that hurt. blink.gif

 

Thankfully no lasting damage other than the voice squeaks a bit...

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Fantastic! I remember those dusters well. At my school, Mr Peters, the tech drawing teacher ('baldie' Peters to us!) Was a particularly noted crackshot with this particular piece of weaponry! :blink: :lol:

 

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Morning all - could be a nice day here, the signs are good. Call out going well so far, it's been really quiet since the weekend (that'll be the kiss of death then).

 

We were always addressed by our surname, don't know if it was just me but the amount of distaste most teachers used to be able to get into the utterance of that single word, ie my surname, was amazing. Perhaps I wasn't a model pupil...!

 

"Just wondered if you ever taught my two younger cousins."

 

That'd be Sixoh8sixoh Minor and Sixoh8sixoh Minimus.

 

I think they were known as Fiveoh7fiveoh and Fouroh6fouroh.Or maybe not.

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I think they were known as Fiveoh7fiveoh and Fouroh6fouroh.Or maybe not.

 

Reminiscent of Victor Borge's 'Inflationary Language' in which every syllable in a word which sounded like a number had 1 added to it -great fun:

 

wonderful -> twoderful

fortunately (42n8ly) -> fivethreeninely!

 

etc.

 

Not a bad idea from a Dane playing with English!

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As one, particularly loathed, Master was found up to his thighs in Regents Park lake one lunchtime, I can claim to be part of the Form which redressed the balance slightly.

Along with many others, I used to pray for him to die overnight.

Sadistic and psychopathic is my diagnosis of him at this remove.

 

Various 'things' started happening in his Periods.

For example, the lights would suddenly start swinging in harmony.

The Waste basket would suddenly skitter across the floor.

(Wonderful thing fishing line!).

 

Ten minutes could successfully be wasted at the start of a lesson just by leaving a chair at the front.

'What's this chair doing here?'

Forest of hands.

'Don't know, sir.'

'Shall I move it, sir?'

'I'll go and ask the Sergeant (Janitor) shall I, sir?'

... and so on.

The boy tasked with removing the chair would re-appear fifteen minutes later, still carrying the chair.

'I took it to the Head, sir, and he told me to take it away'.

'Shall I move it, sir?'

... ad infinitum.

 

My defence is ... he started it.

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Morning all,

 

No delivery this morning so longer in bed!

 

0.5 oktas, sunshine but only 6C over this end of Hampshire.

 

 

 

Whilst surnames were the order of the day at my school (minor and major added if necessary), most common way of getting pupils' attention in lessons was a carefully aimed board rubber - solid block of wood with felt on one side! Our lot were obviously of the opinion that it was rude to point :icon_winker: Never did find out if the staff had a darts team - they'd certainly honed their aiming skills somehow!

 

That skill clearly hadn't ceased to be passed on to young teachers in the 1980s. One of my teachers was an amazing aim with a board rubber or piece of chalk. He also used to nearly flatten the slower runners by hitting them from behind with a net full of abou 20 rugby balls.

 

Beautiful morning, crisp and clear. Fog on the Forth and some mist/freezing fog patches but where it's sunny and frosty here it's beautiful. Just north of Dunkeld and Birnam now.

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My school had the usual quota of chalk and board wiper chuckers but the really dangerous one was the Bunsen burner wielder. He usually preferred to flick pupils with the rubber hose but sometimes forgot and used the other end. The school was in a park and he could often be seen shooting (with a catapult)squirrels for dissection. When he "left" the lab techs had to clear out loads of pickled squirrel. One of his other quirks was that if your work wasn't good enough not only did get a bad mark you had to pay for the "wasted" paper in the exercise book.

 

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I once made an egg holder from oak in Woodwork of which I was quite proud and intended to present it to my mother.

It stood on a 4-legged stand and had a square with four holes for the eggs.

The Woodwork Master was also a sadist.

Now, my woodwork is not of the same quality as Gordon's but it was pretty good.

 

The Woodwork Master put his whole weight on it in an attempt to break it - unsuccessfully.

He then jumped on it and managed to break a leg off.

 

At 11 years of age I was red with fury but managed to explain that our eggs were not that heavy.

He pulled my hair.

 

How sweet some ten years later when I encountered him on the Underground.

He seemed to have shrunk.

I fixed him with with a baleful glare and what I hoped was a manic grin.

He left the train at the next stop.

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Well - back from uni and with my certificate safely stored in the closet. It really is an odd feeling, while at the same time a good one - considering what the certificate means :D . Now off to my oculist as I need a new prescription for contact lenses.

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I don't wear contacts but I'm very pleased (but a bit poorer) with my purchases from the optician. I had my eyes tested on Saturday and collected the new glasses yesterday. The pair for close work are really useful. The pair for driving seem OK, at least both eyes are focussing at the same time/distance now. My reading / computer distance pair were OK but I'm having an older pair of frames relensed to the same prescription. I need a spare pair so I can find the other pair that I've put down. Perhaps I should choose less subtle frames.

 

I'm just off to the back garden to sort out some lights. I draped a string of small white bulbs through all the holly and ivy at the bottom of of the garden to try and be festive. They worked at first but some parts of the circuit are not lighting up so I've got to find the dead bulbs .

 

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When I first needed to wear a viewing aid I quickly found I just could not drive a car with my glasses on - not comfortably at least. This was because I found it extremely irritating that there would be only a limited area of sharp vision. Thus I quickly turned to contacts, which are actually generally better for the kind of myopia I have.

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These days that's probably one of the most sensible ways to deal with christmas, giving people beter gifts without spending any more money. As long as it's not the latest must have toy/gadget!!

 

Luckily, not a lot of gimme gmme kids on our gift lists - and those that there are, are quite distant (cousin's kids or more distant) so their presents are usually quite small in any event as their parents get lumbered with the "must have" type requests.

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Not guilty m'lud......John started it.biggrin.gif

 

 

 

Sorreeeee!

 

Hoist by my own petard, I'm now catching up on the videos. Gerard Hoffnung's brick layer is an absolute classic!!

 

I respect to request sick leave!

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We have had a late dinner tonight. My wife was on her way home and her car started venting coolant rather impressively, filled with fumes (probably coolant) and the engine stopped. She phoned the AA who were unable to help as she was in the outside lane of the A13 and told her to phone the police. The 999 service had to find out if she needed the Met or Essex (it was just on the Essex side) and some very nice police officers turned up and escorted her car to the nearside after suggesting she tried starting it. . It seems to have overheated, lost about 1 litre of coolant with no apparent leaks. I don't think it is leaking into the cylinders as it isn't affecting the exhaust. Anyway the local garage can sort it out tomorrow. I've already set my car up for my wife, (she is rather shorter than I) and I'll transfer the shoe collection in the morning.

 

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