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| | (2 recommendations so far) | Message 1 of 32 in Discussion |
| | From: Deranger (Original Message) | Sent: 4/26/2000 9:32 AM |
Can anybody recall any of those words used at Quantock but hardly ever - it at all - heard elsewhere? I have thought of a few -perhaps we could combine to create a glossary of some kind...? Jub - Junior underprivileged brat - usually directed at the 0's and 00's as a general rule, but it was also applied to anyone younger, smaller and less powerful than you. Scuds - underpants. Though I wonder what happened during the Gulf War and Saddam's use of poor-quality ex-Soviet missiles...? Flid - a derogatory term for a fool or idiot. Derived from the word 'Thalidomide', a drug used on pregnant women that was later found to produce deformities in their offspring. Usually given extra clout by the inclusion of a defining expletive - e.g. "you f**king flid!!!" (usually directed at someone like Mark Williams, albeit from a safe distance) Spud - a lesser insult than 'Flid', this term of endearment became something of a second name for Mark Williams, who acquired the moniker "Spuddy" Lush - 'rather pleasant' or nice - used usally to describe anything ranging from an attractive female (some only ever seen on TV in my day) to food (this is something edible from outside of Wally's kitchen). Usually pronounced with extra emphasis, i.e. "lurrrsch" Anyone remember any more? And did any of these terms die out/remain? And were there any newer (that is for me post-1987) terms...? |
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| | (1 recommendation so far) | Message 18 of 32 in Discussion |
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| I too remember the "slugbug" duels of yesteryear, as mentioned by WWW above. In fact the words still send a chill down my spine...
Whilst taking part in a "slugbug" tournay in blue dorm, I feel prey to one of Mark Gibbon's more painful "practical jokes" who was surprisingly creative in this department. Obviously unhappy at the level of pain resulting from the awkward belly-flop like attacks, Mark Gibbon decided to take matters into his own hands. As I faced off with the notorious Gibbs, I should have known by the twinkle in is eyes, and that gap-some grin (typically present during his administering of pain), that this was not going to be one of the regular bouts. Imagine my surprise however, when no sooner had I signaled my intent to start proceedings, by raising the bag above my head, that I felt his fist clench above my head in a tight knot securing me within. I was unable to imagine to torment soon to follow, as I heard the dreaded hissing laughter (see message 14 above) emanating from outside of my internment.
This "prank" was later to be christened a "slugbug beating", in which the hapless victim (in this case myself), after being entombed in my flimsy cacoon, was pummelled relentlessly for exotic and unexpected angles with some force. Needless to say, the muffled screams and agonising pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears of said pugalist. The beauty of this system (as viewed by the assailant) was combining a beating with entrapment and suffocation, which disoriented the victim, and resulted in a state of what is best described as frantic hallucination. This fact was not lost on "Gibbo", who typically directed the brunt of his considerable blows toward the midriff region (to knocked any remaining wind from out of the already oxygen starved victim) whilst throughout, maintaining a vice like grip on the neck of the sleeping-bag to exclude the free entry of more fresh oxygen.
It only remains to be said that this spelled the end of "slugbug fights" as we knew it, due to the ever ominous presence of "Gibbo", who would turn up within seconds of the start of a bout and administer his usual treatment to one of the unsuspecting combatants. This alone is probably responsible for many an ex-Quantock student's fear of enclosed spaces.
To be fair to Gibbs, it must be said that his acts were rarely viewed as bullying by people in our year, in that he directed the pain he generated equally to all those around him without favour or prejudice, and in fact, typically left the weak unmolested, whilst heaping the pain on those he viewed as the biggest and the toughest |
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| | (1 recommendation so far) | Message 19 of 32 in Discussion |
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| Killer Salmon - A "skid mark" of some substance, (a thick feakel deposit found in undergarments, as a result incompetent (if not reckless regard for) wiping. Only a hairs breadth thinner than an actual turd), brought to infamy by "Shark Leigh".
For those who don't remember the origins of "Shark Leigh" the tale goes like this......
<<Insigator>> [sounding very impressed and somewhat over-joyed]... "Holly shite, what is thaT...!" Instigator hurriedly disappears, and returns in short order, bearing a broom stick handle, to prudently lift aloft a pair of white Y-fronts (a bad choice of "smalls" especially in the early 80's)...
<<Insigator>> [still over-joyed]...."Everyone check thissss out! Looook at the size of this "skid mark" on theeese "scuds",... [lets out gentle whistle]...this hassss to go down in the ANNALS of Quantock History as the biggest shit-streak ever [finished with a flourish]!,... (by now a crowd has gather around the poop-policeman, with one notable absentee)... in fact (the ploppy-plod goes on) it's tooo big to be a skid-mark, it's a.., a,.. a.. "Killer Salmon"!
(As a eye-witness to said "Killer salmon", I am forced to report that the poo-y streak found in said "grundies" was reminiscent of a napkin used to wipe the mouth of a person rather messily consuming a chocolate spread filled sandwich (eg nuttella)...
<<Insigator>> [earnestly now] begins a BRIEF inspection of all remaining "gruds", after positioning a co-conspirator (his "number 2", so to speak) on the door.
<<Insigator>> [a note of triumph].... "Those are your "kecks" aren't they Mark... this conclusion being reached by the ever widening circle around Mark, as a result of being the only person remaining (of what Mr Phil would have called the "junior shower brigade") not (rather worryingly) proudly displaying the gusset region of their non-soiled small-cloths - for inspection... It must be said that, if anyone was game enough to actually delve into said "grots" then confirmation of the sloppy wiper could have been obtain via the laundry name tag held within.
(A few moments later)... Anyone passing by the junior showers would be treated to the gregorian like echoing chanting of "Shark Lee! Sssshark Leeeee! Ssssshark LEEEEEE, SSSHARK LEEEEE!!!" and ponder who was being taunted and its why.
Very unfortunate, but nothing a good wiping couldn't have prevented, providing you had your own private well guarded stash of arse-roll..., clearly a beginners mistake.
Note by author, the link from to "skid mark" and "killer salmon" to "Shark Leigh", seems a little tenuous, and yet somehow operating on the subconscious level, so very appropriate. The author has now spent a few moments to ponder this and has drawn (tentatively) the following conclusion:
The pinkish "skid mark" was so substantial in nature that it resembled a dead salmon, what other than the might shark could have performed such a feat... and hence "Shark Leigh" was born. The unfortunate rhyming of "Mark" with "Shark" can not be overlooked however, Oh F*ck it, it just make you laugh that'S all!
Word used for underpants: kecks, grundies, grots, skuds, gruds any more.. |
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| | (1 recommendation so far) | Message 20 of 32 in Discussion |
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| "Ten Sheets" - a standard Quantock ration of toilet paper. Issued when all the arse-roll had disappeared from the bogs (not doubt into the greedy hands of the few, i.e. David "iron finger" Godard was particularly efficient in this regard). To obtain the afore mention "Ten Sheets" you had to plead a convincing case to Dr Roger Peters (AKA "Psycho") as to the impending necessity of your bowel movement. If you urgent pleas were accepted, "Psycho Peters" would judiciously issued you with your 10 Sheets (and no more) of the precious cheek-sheets - with which you were expected to do your business, without regard for the particulars of your jobbie. Clearly in this situation it was preferable to lay a "dead otter" rather than the chocolate rocket propellant. Since leaving Quantock, I find that I no longer need to divide each sheet carefully into 2, before employment. In fact I (and some may level claims of decadence against me), used more than "ten sheets" to merely to lay a decent foundation for my plops. |
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| | (1 recommendation so far) | Message 21 of 32 in Discussion |
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| "Eight Thirty" - a punishment given out by Psycho Peters. As in ..."Bang Bang, Eight Thirty". The person receiving an "Eight Thirty" was expect to be in bed and reading at 8:30pm if not before. To my knowledge no one dare to defy Psycho on this point.
I received only 2 "Eight Thirty" in my two years of tyranny under Psycho, many did much worse (i.e John Clifton in the year above us, got 69 "Eight Thirties" as a result of helping him self to "Psychos" bog-roll stash. Psycho upon catching him on his way to the loo (sheets in hand) gave him one "Eight Thirty" per sheet over the statutory "Ten Sheets".
Nick Chalmers "legendarily" nearly went through a whole year without one "Eight Thirty". In fact his only "Eight Thirty" was as a result of some opportunistic (and devious) work by Ben Honeyands (if pressed I'm sure Ben will delight in telling us this tale). I would have highly commended the actions Honeyands, except they also resulted in my second "Eight Thirty" of the year. I have to say that this was quite a remarkable feat by Chalmers considering that Nick actually lived next door to Psycho in the 4th year. Without further interference by Honeyands the next year, myself and Chalmers (a new dorm duo) had an 8:30 free 5th form - despite pillow raids into the dorm of the recumbent Galley and Thornton. |
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| | (1 recommendation so far) | Message 22 of 32 in Discussion |
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| Wiggy - one of various hair based assaults. This particular attack involved tugging the side burns of the unfortunate victim smarty upward. Best employed as a hit-n-run tactic, as it let you vulnerable to the menace of the "knobby" - almost a Quantock reflex. However this attack could be safely administered in combination with the trusty head-lock. A victim held such, could then also be subject to various ear based abuse such as twisting, pulling and scrunching, the combined attack was know in typical Quantock fashion as an "ear-wiggy" or "ear-wig"
"wiggy" I can only assume stems from the latin "wiggnusium" meaning - a covert attempt to discover whether someone (ie your 12 year old chum) is wearing a hair piece or not.
Another hair based attack involved pulling at the short and curly hairs (wait for it) at the nape of the neck - I'm not sure this had a name but it did hurt quite a lot |
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| Spam - an expansive forehead, ie Damian Eyre. |
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| Spamming - striking some ones forehead with the aim of maximizing the surface area of hand to forehead contact, ie by trying to use the greatest part of your palm and fingers - clearly the lager your "spam" the great the risk (and resulting effect) of receiving one of these slap based attacks.
Anyone know were "spam" comes from (apart form tins)...? |
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| | (1 recommendation so far) | Message 25 of 32 in Discussion |
| | From: Jim | Sent: 5/31/2000 5:42 PM |
I believe the term 'spam' to originate in ancient greece where it meant - to have an overly large upper profile. I could be wrong. Having seen the school photograph I was reminded of the intimidating size of Tim Chalmers (not to mention how smart and handsome I look/how much Mr Galley reminds me of the boss of some criminal underworld) and naturally began to think of some of his favourite forms of annoyance. The Emu: Twisting the ear of an unsuspecting party clockwise until sufficient pain had been dished out. The Ume: As above except direction of twisting was anti-clockwise I use the past tense in the hope that these ancient practices are forgotten. Tim may have been about five years younger than us but he was bigger than all but a select few and boasted some gripping talents Mike Donnan would have been proud of! |
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| | (1 recommendation so far) | Message 26 of 32 in Discussion |
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| I too remember Tim Chalmers' deadly "Emu/Ume" attack, especially how the "Emu" was so easily reversed into the "Ume" and back again....etc
To my knowledge Tim was the only "Jub" that got away with laying hands on 5th formers regularly!
As for other twisting attacks, who can forget the deadly "Nipple Cripple" - as we all know this involved gripping some ones nipple, (normally between the knuckles of your forefinger and middle digit) and twisting sharply. This attack normally was proceeded by the line "What's pink and turns clockwise?" those foolish enough to respond with... "I don't know" got what they deserved (a kin to "sniffing the cheese" on the stupidity level). No attack would be complete without saying that Mark Gibbon was exceptionally good at the dreaded 'nipple cripple". |
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| | | From: bigben | Sent: 6/19/2000 8:08 PM |
I remembered another defamatory term:- spaz or spazzer or even spazmoid, derived from spastic, with all the obvbious conatations! B.B.O.C.F.:- Bare Bum Open Cheek Farts, not pleasent |
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Please place any new messages into the new message board "Quantock Colloquialisms II" - If everyone hates me for doing this and can put up with the long down load time we can "un-retire" this message board!
Cheers Mike
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Hi Ben, Ah yes, the classic BBOCF, to be on the receiving end of one was quite nasty. What about BINSCAB (you should know all about that one). A name given to the person caught taking anything out of a bin (regardless of wether it was serviceable or not !!). |
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| | | From: karen | Sent: 2/18/2002 9:51 PM |
I still use some of these now - thing is everyone looks at me as though I'm weird!? |
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| | | From: Psyman | Sent: 7/9/2005 9:58 AM |
Mike
I love this refrence page. Bringing so many memories back.
Doc Rog with his ways certainly is remembered well. He was the only teacher that ever pushed me to suceed. In education. Coulson did in X Country. It was great that when I joined the Army at 17 and we did all these killer runs and marches it actually reminded me of PT with Coulson and the tricks learnt at Quannie helped immensly in fooling the PTIs in the Army. With Doc he had this way of making you see your mistakes instead of him pointing them out. I think that was due to the fear factor of retribution if one failed. He made you think and use logic which to this day has helped me immensly.
However back to spam. Wasn't that a word used also when you were spammed for washing up duty or something?
James |
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