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The slipper or the boot?
One of my memories from school was sitting at the back of the geography class with Chris Hancock Mr Ellis was our teacher,Mr Davies walked past and Hancock shouted out, "Onion", out of the window. With that, Mr Davies came in the class raging stating and pointing that either Cooper or Hancock had called him a name out of the window.
Mr Ellis then asked us both who did it? We blamed each other! He told us both to come to the front of the class, then he went to his cupboard and came back with a football boot!! He told us to bend over the table, then he walloped our arses about five times!!!!
This was in front of the whole class, who were pissing themselves laughing.
Happy days!
Mark Cooper (Coops) (1981-1986)
Hey days of Howard Taylor!
My first memories are of 1EP tutor group. Miss Powell's group of 1st year pupils. We were in the upstairs end classroom, above the library in the old Language Block. Opposite our classroom was Mr. Thompson's English classroom. One thing I remember from the first year was the trip to Northumberland. A wet and boring affair in which we saw Hadrian's Wall and saw porn on late night telly. An educational trip on all fronts. I had a mate called Rob Nusome who was always ill if I remember. He is now an image editor at the Sun Newspaper. Barry Rose split on us for breaking a chair in the tutor room, Mr. Ogier had a few word and a slipper for Rob and I. After we had a few words of our own with Barry. I will never forget Barry Rose' excuse in Mr. Scutt's French class for forgetting his homework. 'The dog ate it', he said one day. Apparently Mr.Scutt is still as frightening as he always was, but he will always be one of the best teachers I have ever been taught by. 'Reitlich....!'
The second year was more or less a blur....... Our tutor group was 2N and we situated in the Art Block with Mr. Tim Jarvis. Kev Cooper, Stephen Ried, Paddy ?, Ian Gardener,Phil Austin, Jason Trehern, Richard Scofield, are some of the names I remember. We had some strange teachers that year and in the first also. Mr. Clarke the music teacher.......verrryyy weird. There was an English teacher who taught in the huts near the dinner hall, a small woman with long dark hair, and spoke in wispy tones and seemed more akin to being an art teacher, don't remember her name but another sttrraanngge one. Who can forget Mr. Ashmead, one of the teachers responsible for the Exeter field trip. The 'let's measure the speed of the river from the middle' exercise, was a memorable waste of time and effort on a rainy, grey day. The speed of the river went from slow to 'what are we doing this for again Sir?' Ahhh the weather was much worse in them days. Tell that to the kids of today and they won't believe you!!
Why was it that when we did PE, if it was cold we always did rugby not football. And if the ground was frozen we ran round the field and through 'The Dip', What was wrong with indoors stuff.I have a recollection of a Science class with a teacher with a ginger beard, about 40ish. Taught biology amongst other things. At the end of one lesson he declared that the next day we were to be given a 'Human Reproduction Practical'!!!!. With a ' WWAAAYY HHAAYYY' from Tristan Brentnal and Paul Mounsey, being the switched on cookies they were, the teacher realised what he had said and dutifully turned purple.... AAhhhhhh those were the days.
Does anyone remember the female student French teacher we had in 2N?She taught in the new language block and coudn't handle us. Ohh hang on.....Miss Mason. John Evans nealy ended her teaching career then and there playing her up with, I have to say, an excellent impression of her. Mr Birkett had to keep his weekly visits to keep us in check.
'The Field' that was No-man’s-land as to fraternising with Danemark I remember became a challenge to cross, to perfect the art of 'chattin' up the chicks'. Teachers were patrolling the perimeter with loudhailers and pointy fingers. People used motorbikes to jump the wire to cross the border with the sole intention of gaining a girlfriend or a potential shag. Many didn't make it and were never seen again. Or something like that.............
Didn't Howard Jones visit Monty at some point when we were there??
The 3rd-5th Years are a bit of a blur in action terms but I do remember Mr. Beacham in his last year teaching the theory of sex education. Elliot Shearman seemed to know more that most, probably read a lot of books and stuff. The rest of us were giggling loads and in awe of Mr. Beachams forthright way of putting us 'in the picture', so to speak. But then that was his style. We will always remember that; he did have style.
More than Mr. Lennox had with the knitted tie he always had. Why did art teachers always have knitted ties???
Howard Taylor (1981-1986)
One of my memories from school was sitting at the back of the geography class with Chris Hancock Mr Ellis was our teacher,Mr Davies walked past and Hancock shouted out, "Onion", out of the window. With that, Mr Davies came in the class raging stating and pointing that either Cooper or Hancock had called him a name out of the window.
Mr Ellis then asked us both who did it? We blamed each other! He told us both to come to the front of the class, then he went to his cupboard and came back with a football boot!! He told us to bend over the table, then he walloped our arses about five times!!!!
This was in front of the whole class, who were pissing themselves laughing.
Happy days!
Mark Cooper (Coops) (1981-1986)
Hey days of Howard Taylor!
My first memories are of 1EP tutor group. Miss Powell's group of 1st year pupils. We were in the upstairs end classroom, above the library in the old Language Block. Opposite our classroom was Mr. Thompson's English classroom. One thing I remember from the first year was the trip to Northumberland. A wet and boring affair in which we saw Hadrian's Wall and saw porn on late night telly. An educational trip on all fronts. I had a mate called Rob Nusome who was always ill if I remember. He is now an image editor at the Sun Newspaper. Barry Rose split on us for breaking a chair in the tutor room, Mr. Ogier had a few word and a slipper for Rob and I. After we had a few words of our own with Barry. I will never forget Barry Rose' excuse in Mr. Scutt's French class for forgetting his homework. 'The dog ate it', he said one day. Apparently Mr.Scutt is still as frightening as he always was, but he will always be one of the best teachers I have ever been taught by. 'Reitlich....!'
The second year was more or less a blur....... Our tutor group was 2N and we situated in the Art Block with Mr. Tim Jarvis. Kev Cooper, Stephen Ried, Paddy ?, Ian Gardener,Phil Austin, Jason Trehern, Richard Scofield, are some of the names I remember. We had some strange teachers that year and in the first also. Mr. Clarke the music teacher.......verrryyy weird. There was an English teacher who taught in the huts near the dinner hall, a small woman with long dark hair, and spoke in wispy tones and seemed more akin to being an art teacher, don't remember her name but another sttrraanngge one. Who can forget Mr. Ashmead, one of the teachers responsible for the Exeter field trip. The 'let's measure the speed of the river from the middle' exercise, was a memorable waste of time and effort on a rainy, grey day. The speed of the river went from slow to 'what are we doing this for again Sir?' Ahhh the weather was much worse in them days. Tell that to the kids of today and they won't believe you!!
Why was it that when we did PE, if it was cold we always did rugby not football. And if the ground was frozen we ran round the field and through 'The Dip', What was wrong with indoors stuff.I have a recollection of a Science class with a teacher with a ginger beard, about 40ish. Taught biology amongst other things. At the end of one lesson he declared that the next day we were to be given a 'Human Reproduction Practical'!!!!. With a ' WWAAAYY HHAAYYY' from Tristan Brentnal and Paul Mounsey, being the switched on cookies they were, the teacher realised what he had said and dutifully turned purple.... AAhhhhhh those were the days.
Does anyone remember the female student French teacher we had in 2N?She taught in the new language block and coudn't handle us. Ohh hang on.....Miss Mason. John Evans nealy ended her teaching career then and there playing her up with, I have to say, an excellent impression of her. Mr Birkett had to keep his weekly visits to keep us in check.
'The Field' that was No-man’s-land as to fraternising with Danemark I remember became a challenge to cross, to perfect the art of 'chattin' up the chicks'. Teachers were patrolling the perimeter with loudhailers and pointy fingers. People used motorbikes to jump the wire to cross the border with the sole intention of gaining a girlfriend or a potential shag. Many didn't make it and were never seen again. Or something like that.............
Didn't Howard Jones visit Monty at some point when we were there??
The 3rd-5th Years are a bit of a blur in action terms but I do remember Mr. Beacham in his last year teaching the theory of sex education. Elliot Shearman seemed to know more that most, probably read a lot of books and stuff. The rest of us were giggling loads and in awe of Mr. Beachams forthright way of putting us 'in the picture', so to speak. But then that was his style. We will always remember that; he did have style.
More than Mr. Lennox had with the knitted tie he always had. Why did art teachers always have knitted ties???
Howard Taylor (1981-1986)
