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Post by Humph on Dec 13, 2016 13:37:35 GMT
Look, the "K" thing. Can we just move on? Pretty please? Many thanks, much obliged. Splendid. 🙄 ...sorry, I keep forgetting that you've asked us to do that. I think it's an age thing.......... No problem. Now, have you "been" ? Or should we ask the nurse to help you ? 😜
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Post by Hofmeister on Dec 13, 2016 14:05:09 GMT
Hooning through The Scrubs in a Capri? Life doesn't get much more 70s than that. God, I miss the 70s. The clothes, the music, the cars, Schooner inns, watneys red barrel, ok perhaps the beer and food wasnt that good, but the rest was up there.
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Post by Humph on Dec 13, 2016 14:14:17 GMT
Bet you could see your own feet then too? 😉
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Post by Alanović on Dec 13, 2016 14:25:13 GMT
Hooning through The Scrubs in a Capri? Life doesn't get much more 70s than that. God, I miss the 70s. The clothes, the music, the cars, Schooner inns, watneys red barrel, ok perhaps the beer and food wasnt that good, but the rest was up there. I was at a gig on Sunday night at the 02. It was very much a plunge back to the 70s - REO Speedwagon and Status Quo (sans Parfitt, whose ticker is too dicky). I was just about the youngest person there. Not very busy at the bars, I suppose most of the crowd couldn't take on a pint or 5 and last the set.
The Wagon shaded it for me, most of the Quo set was like listening to a medley of Asda commercials. Although they (Quo) did do a bit in the middle which sounded like Celtic inspired instrumental rock, which was utterly brilliant. Far better material than their hits.
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Post by Hofmeister on Dec 13, 2016 14:27:10 GMT
Bet you could see your own feet then too? 😉 Yeah, they were in my platform boots.
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Post by Humph on Dec 13, 2016 14:29:02 GMT
The very glass of fashion by the sounds of it. 😂
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Post by Hofmeister on Dec 13, 2016 14:34:04 GMT
how would you know, you were still in short trousers and wrinkly socks
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Post by tyrednexited on Dec 13, 2016 14:36:42 GMT
Bet you could see your own feet then too? 😉 Yeah, they were in my platform boots. ...you wouldn't have seen them if you were wearing your "baggies"..........
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Post by Humph on Dec 13, 2016 15:11:56 GMT
My socks were never wrinkly. We had to wear garters. The marks only finally faded about five years ago. Shorts, long socks and a school cap until the age of 12. The embarrassment scarred some for life.
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Post by commerdriver on Dec 13, 2016 15:16:59 GMT
My socks were never wrinkly. We had to wear garters. The marks only finally faded about five years ago. Shorts and a school cap until the age of 12. The embarrassment scarred some for life. we had to wear shorts until the end of secondary 1 at my school unless you were over 5' tall, needless to say I wasn't tall enough. Caps had to be worn until the end of secondary 3.
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Post by Humph on Dec 13, 2016 16:17:00 GMT
I was a day boy at a public school and had to cycle or take the bus 5 miles each way to get to or from it. Wearing that uniform led to me and many others being beaten up by the local kids more times than we could count. So much so that it eventually seemed normal. They'd wait to catch you on your own and just weigh into you mob handed, kicking and punching you to the ground, and if they could get away with it, stealing your money or other valuables. Strange times they were then as any reporting of it led to nothing more than in effect being told to man up and take it, but of course to never disgrace the "good name" of the school by being seen "fighting" in public.
Possibly it was "character building" but in truth it was just a bit miserable. Eventually you learned to get your retaliation in first by taking down the pack leader if you could, but most times it just hurt. Happy days !
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Post by commerdriver on Dec 13, 2016 16:28:12 GMT
We finished our school day at 3:15 while the corporation schools in that part of Glasgow didn't finish until 4, so most times you had time to get on your bus home
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Post by Humph on Dec 13, 2016 16:44:01 GMT
One positive side effect was that I learned to ride my bike really fast ! And on a lighter note, later, when Edinburgh got one of its first Gatsos on the stretch near the Zoo, if you got two abreast on your bikes, and really went for it, you could set it off. 😉
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 17:50:07 GMT
>> in truth it was just a bit miserable.
Yes, it was; Grammar School in my case. I escaped the worst of it because I had a reputation for going back after school and at weekends to settle scores, but it was still endless stress, worry and unhappiness.
Though worse by far were the teachers. A miserable bunch of inadequate sadists that I detested with every fibre.
>>Possibly it was "character building"
Character building to the extent that I have a fundamental and at times overwhelming hatred of gang mentality and bullying, I suppose. God knows how I got out of it with a half way decent education - mostly due to the Secondary School I was finally expelled to for my last 18 months I think - the Headmaster there was a very decent man who cared about the kids and had a bunch of teachers working for him who were by and large like-minded. I suspect that I'd have developed into a much nicer person if I'd simply failed the 11 plus and gone there to start with.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 19:12:13 GMT
Grammar School...hated it. It was a matter a pride for my parents that I went to the best school outside the SE/London and boy did they pay. I got two free places in other schools, which would have been much more suitable but no. Tyrannical teachers (sorry masters), aloof High Master, stupid names and rules for the sake of it and yet I got very mediocre exam results and as a result ended up with a degree from a Polytechnic rather than a University. Doesn't matter now, but it did then.
A close friend went to a comprehensive school. He has a Doctorate from Oxford and is a Professor at Birmingham.
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