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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 18:35:46 GMT
Rob, you didn't go to MGS by any chance. Sure we had a teacher called Eustace way back when.... We had a chemistry teacher called Orrell who had a large mole on one cheek. We called him Spot. Hi Espada, if that post was a reply to me and not Rob - no, I went to Penistone Grammar on the other side of the Pennines although it is entirely possible that Eustace moved to MGS after I had left in '75. Eustace was our French teacher but also the Head of Middle School and looking back I would say that he was an ambitious sort who would probably move around if he was not getting what he wanted. Whenever we saw our headmaster levitating around in his mortarboard and cape Eustace would be grovelling around right behind him. He was a thin weasely little man with gingery brown hair, black rectangular spectacles and I can only remember him being dressed in tweedy checked jackets with leather patches on the elbows, brown trousers and beige desert boots. His teaching style was to mock pupils rather than nurture enthusiasm. During one detention period (for getting on our school bus before the sixthformers and taking the piss out of the bus prefect) he said to me: "Kevin Doe junior, you will never pass a French O-Level as long as you have a hole in your 'arris." - I made sure that I proved him wrong which was probably the reaction that he was looking for. A horrible, horrible little man who was hated by all the pupils and probably most of the staff.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 20:32:12 GMT
Ah teachers at boys grammar schools in the 70s. A totally weird bunch.
An English teacher at MGS was a small, thin cruel man called Farquhar. Hated by everyone, he left for the south (Stowe School) where he was murdered about three years ago in his retirement. Not a single Old Mancunian mourned his demise. What a terrible legacy to leave behind.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 21:42:23 GMT
Ah teachers at boys grammar schools in the 70s. A totally weird bunch. An English teacher at MGS was a small, thin cruel man called Farquhar. Hated by everyone, he left for the south (Stowe School) where he was murdered about three years ago in his retirement. Not a single Old Mancunian mourned his demise. What a terrible legacy to leave behind. Most of my teachers were pretty good but we did have one or two weirdos. A geography teacher (not the one with the gammy leg) who would spin around and throw a board rubber at anyone he thought was talking behind his back while he was doing his thing at the board. I don't think that he ever hit the real culprits. A woodwork teacher who threw chisels around with unerring accuracy and most worryingly (now), a PE teacher whose preferred method of punishment was to beat your ass with a plimsole and would always be in the changing room when us pubescent boys were in the showers.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 21:44:39 GMT
Funny how the hated ones usually turned out to be homosexual. Repressed feelings and all that I suppose.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 22:36:59 GMT
The majority of my teachers were truly awful. Not all, but the majority. And many of those were sadists of one form or another.
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Post by Alanović on Jun 1, 2018 9:39:05 GMT
Ah teachers at boys grammar schools in the 70s. A totally weird bunch. An English teacher at MGS was a small, thin cruel man called Farquhar. Hated by everyone, he left for the south (Stowe School) where he was murdered about three years ago in his retirement. Not a single Old Mancunian mourned his demise. What a terrible legacy to leave behind. Most of my teachers were pretty good but we did have one or two weirdos. A geography teacher (not the one with the gammy leg) who would spin around and throw a board rubber at anyone he thought was talking behind his back while he was doing his thing at the board. I don't think that he ever hit the real culprits. A woodwork teacher who threw chisels around with unerring accuracy and most worryingly (now), a PE teacher whose preferred method of punishment was to beat your ass with a plimsole and would always be in the changing room when us pubescent boys were in the showers. We had a vicious, violent maths teacher called Backhouse who used to do the board rubber throwing thing. The old heavy wooden ones of course. One summer day he spun around and lobbed it at a boy sitting by an open window, and it missed, then flew out the window hitting a guest of the Headmaster who was being shown around the school. It was the actor Gordon Jackson, on the first day of a shoot for an episode of The Professionals.
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