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I thought it might be fun to make a new photos album for: Have you changed since leaving Quantock? If so or if not ... post your pics in the above photo album ... To get the ball rolling, I give you Ben Honeyands (class of 1990): I can still see some Ginger, so it must be him ..... |
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Hi Will (Richard HH), I assume when you say you are going to lie doggo, you mean go to Williton and hide in a Patrick Cook Pod Caravan Me, I was killed years ago experimenting with Semtex, I was trying to invent a new way of opening sardine tins. My epitaph reads as follows:- Yes. Laurie Booth died with a bang at his home, after opening a can of sardines. He never returned to Quantock, although the people there are having their own memorial. A firework display. Laurie had lived as a tax exile in North Wales with his fourth wife, Eneaka Korosaki, the grand daughter of the mogul who had brought up Laurie's Japanese Banjo rights. Wives two and three both suffered similar fates when Laurie tried out the sword swallowing routines on the "Billy Cotton Band Show". Laurie is to be cremated in a banjo shaped coffin at the Hackney Empire, consecrated by the Dean of Westminster as a special concession to Laurie, as he had, as the Dean remarked, never worshipped within the Dean's, or anybody else's, diocese. His grave reads, sadly perhaps, one of his lesser successes, but recaptures his earlier roots, and is, at the end, oddly fitting Laurie "TRYPE" |
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Hi George, I never went sailing with Mr Phil, I don't even remember being asked. I used to go flying with him, he was a much better pilot than the head. Have you got any pictures of your boat? Cheers Laurie |
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Hi Laurie,
I just opened another photo album, Boys Boat's and
Toys. I hope you will post some photos as well. The Morgan was my last
restoration. Almost everything is new. She is now berthed at my
Mother's dock in Marsh Harbour, Bahamas. I'm trying to sell the Morgan
so I can restore the Cal 29 ( In my driveway, Charleston) which will make a
fine yacht that can make any port in the world. Gatta paint the house first
though... damnit!!!
Cheers
George |
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| To finish a story...Mr. Philip took a few of us to a tiny lake where the green grass grew right to the waters edge where we pushed in small sailboats, and two of us would jump in. (the boat) No sooner were our sails full and by, we had to tack before grounding on the other side of the lake. (or Pond) England. So many memories. I recall Mr Philip was honing his sailing skills elsewhere in an International Sailing Canoe. Probably the most difficult boat to sail even today. What amazes me however is, this is the man who taught me the delicate art of sharpening a friggin pencil!! The class of Technical Drawing which has served me well all these years. And Mr. Warriner who was a scholar in character, and Mr Peaster, (Ben) a good captain of the ship... Our ship...Quantock School. |
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I wonder if the lake was Hawkridge resivior, close to the school (may explain why you were not allowed to swim ...) |
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Thanks for the link Mike. Hawkridge must have been
the place. There were many exciting field trips planned by the school: The lions
of Longleat, Lundy Island, etc. I think only Laurie can tell us about the flying
in a small airplane which was promised in the first school brochure. I never got
a ride.
Cheers
George |
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Hi George, Sorry for the delay in writing but a robot dog called K9 has been keeping me busy. Good to see your boats, bet you can't wait to get sailing her. I've added a few boaty pictures plus a pic of me with the heads Auster plane Cheers Laurie |
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Hi Laurie,
So that's what the plane looked like! I'm
guessing the photo is one of your most cherished. You must have been 14-15?
The only flying I got out of Mr. Peaster was a description of
how unnatural it was observe the relative movement of one plane as
seen from another during flight. I hope Mr. Peaster had the good sence to send
you through a metal detector before boarding. Or was that boarding
school?
Thanks for sharing the photos.
Seeing Alex lounging in the grass next to Clarrie has me convinced that narrow
boating has the best of all worlds. Camping, boating, living, lounging, and not
having to stand an anchor watch.
Please, when you visit Mr.
Warriner, would you give him my regards. He probably won't remember me, but to
jog his memory, tell him I'm the one who nodded back while passing in the
hallway. And also, I was know to fiercely defend my front row seat in front of
his TV.
I hope you all have a wonderful
reunion.
Cheers
George |
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Hi George, I loved flying with Mr Phil and the Head. Phil was a much better pilot than the Head. I was 12 or 13 when this picture was taken. We had to make an emergency landing at Exeter Airport as we had problems with the air brakes and Exeter had a longer runway than Bristol Airport (Lulsgate). We didn't have a radio so the Head had to land without permission, as we approached the runway a man came onto the runway with a Very Pistol and fired red flares at us, eventually he fired a green flare, so we could land. Mr Phil was in another plane and followed us in to land. Phil fixed the plane(was there no end to this man's talents!) so we all went back to Bristol. The Head was fined a lot of money for landing in Exeter. I must admit I'm addicted to boating and have even lost jobs because of it. Link below is for some more photos I have taken. I will pass on to Gerry your message. He only remembers pupils as they were, so when ex-pupils visit, it's no good them saying "Remember Me" he won't! But take a picture of yourself and you're in with a chance. Gerry is 81 now and is doing very well. Just don't take him for a pub lunch, as Warwick Jones and I found out. I think Warwick had to sell some of his farm in Australia to cover the wine bill. When at Quantock I had to clean his flat to get to see Dr Who, little did I know then that one day I would end up working with two of the best script writers Dr Who ever had, Bob Baker and Dave Martin, plus end up repairing a Dalek. Cheers for now Laurie |
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Hi Laurie,
After a flight like that, no
wonder you stuck to boating. And you've got it bad my friend. (Thanks for the
photo link.) There is a temporary cure you know. The late A. O. Halsey
formulated what he called a Sargasso Sling which was (take notes all bomb
makers) made in a stout glass... Two shots of dark rum, a splash of warm
gingerale, a twist of Sargasso seeweed and a small crab to keep it stirred.
Repeat as necessary. burp! Don't give any to
Mr. Warriner!
I'm ashamed to admit that I had
to Google "Dr. Who" and the word "Dalek." I don't recall ever seeing an
eppisode. Maybe I was captured by a Dalek?
Cheers
Georgek
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Hi George, Sorry for the delay but I've been drinking Sargasso Sling ! It would be great if you could make it to one of the reunions. Laurie PS What do you do with the crab after drinking a Sargasso Sling |
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Believe me Laurie, the crabs don't care! Once,
while crossing the Sargoso Sea, bound for Tortola, a mate gathered some seaweed
and kept it for landfall. He caught a crab and mixed up a sling. The crab lived
for hours!
Have you ever tried a rum puff?
Again, in a very stout glass, mix 50/50 Mt. Gay rum and warm gingerale. Place
your palm over the glass and slam it on the table. It turns to froth which
should be imediately knocked down.
Cheers
George |
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Rum Puff, Gay Rum, Now we're talking real "Hello Sailors" drink Naomi might be into it. Cheers Laurie |
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Hey, wait a minute!!! That's "MOUNT GAY RUM" distiled in Barbados, not gay rum! Amazing what a simple misspelling will do to a man's reputation!! (you thilly thavage you!) You got me on that one Laurie.
Cheers
George |
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George, I'll drink to that Cheers Laurie |
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