Quote from: Cassandra on Yesterday at 08:42:36 PMHe sounds as if he could get Jolly 'Batey' at times. We had one known as Willie who got nicked for indecent exposure to some of the lower fourth in his seedy old caravan. Hell of a to do, but it all got well hidden up, as if he'd never existed. Rather different to the French master 'Walters' who was a 'verge line' psychopath with his nasty 18" black ebony ruler. He once caned my hands so hard that I could not hold a cricket bat 3 days later when I was expected to open for the School against Tonbridge! When the headmaster (a good man) saw them, he said very quietly, "who did this to you". I answered honestly and 'Walters' never appeared the following term. My offence failing to 'conjugate French verbs with over 70% success).

Good.  As it should be.

At my grammar school (Grange Boys') there were masters who could control a class without even mentioning a cane, and others who when riled were happy to lay it on yet who were still not fully able to control a class.
It is all a matter of personality.

One of my favourites (of the former type) was the German master, Mr Tordoff.  For some reason, I managed to learn (and remember) a good deal more German than French.

Quote from: dextrous63 on Yesterday at 05:01:51 PMRoad to Perdition was a good film.

"Bummer" was the name of our lower school discipline master, who used to give our botties a slap or with his trusty slipper.  Oh happy days.

He sounds as if he could get Jolly 'Batey' at times. We had one known as Willie who got nicked for indecent exposure to some of the lower fourth in his seedy old caravan. Hell of a to do, but it all got well hidden up, as if he'd never existed. Rather different to the French master 'Walters' who was a 'verge line' psychopath with his nasty 18" black ebony ruler. He once caned my hands so hard that I could not hold a cricket bat 3 days later when I was expected to open for the School against Tonbridge! When the headmaster (a good man) saw them, he said very quietly, "who did this to you". I answered honestly and 'Walters' never appeared the following term. My offence failing to 'conjugate French verbs with over 70% success).

Dear Vlad

It seems that my colleagues on here have totally lost the plot and are speaking in some strange west Devon accent, thinking they are pirates from yesteryear.

How do I persuade the turnip that I have seen the error of my ways and that he should thus allow me to return to his Bot controlled dynasty?

Yours..
A slightly less disturbed member of this site that the rest of these fruitcakes.

Quote from: dextrous63 on Yesterday at 08:14:12 PMAye.  But if you hadn't brought the subject of sailing up,.....

Gulp. 

I've been looking at the Labour cabinet and his advisers).  Who are these people?  Why has Starmer got two people at the top of the tree (Gray and Rayner), neither of which has any recorded evidence of being able to read a book/report and analyse it properly?  Not that a degree means much nowadays, but it it does mean one has dipped into the world of sprechen der lingo.

That was good, JBR. 


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Quote from: Raven on Yesterday at 08:02:31 PMScuse me Sir, Mine was not pirate related. I WAS on the boat yesterday, day trip over the Firth. 

Aye.  But if you hadn't brought the subject of sailing up,.....

Quote from: dextrous63 on Yesterday at 06:13:20 PMMany more of these pirate postings and I'm going to plead and beg the turnip to let me back on there.

Scuse me Sir, Mine was not pirate related. I WAS on the boat yesterday, day trip over the Firth. 

Bert was fed up with what's on tv
Cooks and celebrities going off on freebies 
He decided he'd have a night at the flicks
With a bucket full of popcorn he licked his lips 
Till his friend Mabel came and sat on his knee.



She stank of booze as she kissed his ear

I suppose we should stop with the nonsense soon now