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  1. Sung to the Guy Mitchell hit, "There's a Pawnshop on the Corner". "There's a bald headed old b--t--d In Cow-ley Grammar School, And he walks up and down neath the clock, Shouting you boy, yes you boy. Don't you know this is my School boy? Kindly see me at 4 o'clock". There is a second verse but it eluded me. We overlook the good this teacher did. He gave up his time to organising holidays in France. He helped at the Lakes and he led the N.Wales camp. Don't forget his shop. PAM wasn't all bad!
  2. Thank's Alan. I was not sure I'd dreamt it or it was a " Fig tree" of my imagination. I vaguely remember going a couple of times. There were logs we lashed together. Even then it seemed dangerous because I felt not everybody could swim.
  3. Were there ponds in the area? In the late 40's I'm sure we went "rafting" near there.
  4. It wasn't just barbers that had a strop. My father shaved with a cut throat and used a strop to sharpen it. Men often shaved in the evening, hot water was more readily available then and it saved time in the morning. My mam probably appreciated the evening shave. Dad often looked like a notice board with bits of paper stuck to his face where he'd nicked himself. Strops were used in some households to punish children (could that be where stroppy comes from? ) No such use in my home.
  5. Hi Bazp I'm about 9yrs older than you but my best pal in the last year at Knowsley Rd Junior School was Ronnie Mather who lived in Atherton St. He had a younger sister I was fond of. You also mention bouncing a ball against the Jarvis' wall. Dorothy was the same year as me. A good swimmer who competed I believe in the Age Group Nationals held at Bath? We both attended Rivy Rd Infants and Dorothy put a class photo of us in the local newspaper when we all qualified as OAP's. I remember going to her birthday party held at the Blind School. My most treasured memory is of giving her a lift from Rivy Rd, through the park on the back of my 3 wheeler. Always the gentleman.
  6. "Inky pinky, pen and inky, I can smell a dirty stinky. I know who it is, It is you." I ran home from Rivington Rd Infants to recite to my mother the latest classic I had heard in the playground. Most of them were mildly rude. One day I rushed home to find mater in conversation with a gentleman wearing a white collar. Undeterred I placed myself in the middle of the room and commenced :- "The boy stood on the burning deck", concern glimmers on mother's face, I continued " His pockets full of charcoal", sheer panic now radiate, " He put his head between his legs", She going to pass out if I don't change the last line. " And whistled up his.....trouser leg". At the time I was a student not a teacher.
  7. No one's mentioned a fine physics teacher from the 50's, Dickie Mearns. I have 2 stories about the diminutive Mearns. A group of lads lost in the mists of Helvelyn, or somewhere similar, were being led, compass in hand, by Froggy Frodsham. One lad turned to his neighbour and said, " We've passed this place twice already. Froggy hasn't a f--k--g clue where we are". His hooded neighbour replied, " I'm inclined to agree with you, Birkett". The neighbour, if you haven't already guessed, was Dickie Mearns. We all know how obsessed Clifton was with rugby u. Like many I had reason to frustrate him at every opportunity. For the House 7's we, the Parthians drew Clifton's House, (sorry can't remember which). They had a full compliment of 1st teamers so our chances were 0. Dickie Mearns was referee and we scored in the 1st minute (Flossy Ingam). Our best chance was to waste as much time as possible. At scrum half I was ideally placed to do this. Clifton jumped up and down on the touchline trying to draw Mearns' attention to the tactics. Mearns knew what I was doing and with difficulty tried to keep a straightface. If the ball was thrown to me to feed the scrum I would drop it and as I bent to pick it up my foot accidentally kicked it a few yards forward. We kicked the ball to touch not to gain ground but to get it as far away from the field as possible. We held out for most of the game but in the end justice was done. Quiet and unassuming Dickie was an example of how a teacher should behave. Clifton, words fail me. full
  8. Almost a window.
  9. Thank's Miss M, I was a bit worried I might have caused offence.
  10. I haven't lived there for 62 years but like everywhere else there must be several pains outside of 2 metres.
  11. When did the jockstrap fall from favour? In one match in the 50's I'd forgotten to pack mine, you might say I'd been a bit of a dick. Making a break on the open side of the scrum I was confronted by Alan Ashcroft leaning on the scrum shaking his head. Not wishing to embarrass the international I retreated to the blind side. Alan's brother Wally was defending this side. He was not so reluctant to take me on. For several weeks my speech was 2 or 3 octaves higher.
  12. Well Hort, Phyll's version of the ball game 's rhyme is much more genteel than the Harris St version. 1,2,3, alerra, I saw "me" aunty Sarah, sitting on her bumdelarra, eating chocolate biscuits. Cannot remember any more, never been good at sums.
  13. During the war, in the early forties, my mother worked at the "biscuit factory". They made hard biscuits for emergency rations on lifeboats. I was about 4 or 5 but I remember her coming home with amusing stories that I never understood about her best friend Aggie. Despite rationing we were rarely out of sugar.
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