Well said Marcus,

Come to think of it, it was Mr.Phil who handed out the punishments, like throttling me for running away from him during a PE/Climbing lesson. I didn't think running away was breaking the rules "Honest"

Laurie

I wonder what the punishment is for groping a girl friend is ? And is it against the "Rules" ?

Laurie

Good point - maybe we could give it a try in August at the big reunion and see if we get a chopper - to cut wood with ... .

Laurie and Mr Phil, on the sports field, with a selection of 'engineering tools' at dawn - all for the love of a woman, how romantic !!

 

Gentleman raise your ballpain hammers, walk 10 paces then turn and start making a silly trowel !!!

Marcus,

Mr Phil might use engineering tools for a dual but I shall keep to "Feather Dusters" at 50 yards !!

The only weapon best for "Whimps" as Phil used to call me.

Oh !! for the love of a redhead !!!

Laurie

One of the school rules which got abused the most in the 70's was that clothing  was not to be left to dry on the night storage heaters. These were the only items of clothing that pupils actually bothered to wash themselves, I remember scrubbing a pair of Levis on the floor of the shower room to speed up the essential fading process (in those days there was no such thing as pre-washed or stone-washed). We used to lay them flat on the heaters to dry and every now and then Big P would confiscate a pair to keep us on our toes.

 

Sean

Sean,

Good grief man doing your own washing !! Not a concept ever thought of in the 60's !!!!

Laurie

ah, the "rules"  

 

learning the rules just after you had broken them was about right for me

learning how not to get caught was the best one

 

like the staircase:  caught 4 the 1st time = running up and down the drive for an hour with logs (i'd been there for about five days at this point) I found that when possable, going down these stairs at breakfast honoured you with eating b4 the rest of your dorm, and back to the drive for the weekend (due to a slow but grieved dorm mate)

 

another rule was keeping away from mr phil, when he wanted something done (sweeping, tidying etc) being at the top of the 'booked' list didnt help, tho i think sometimes he was just annoyed with my brother and couldnt find himand i was a blood substitute. maybe this is my personal rule but keeping as low a profile as poss was why i'm probably still alive today

When I was there Mr Phil tried to inforce a rule that if a boy and girl were in the same room they weren't to be closer than two foot, me and my brother even got told off for standing too close to eachother when we were talking once!!!!! Heaven forbid you were spotted  holding hands with someone let alone kissin them!

Since these rules seemed to extended to brother/sister relationships, did this mean that you had to lean right over to get some cough syrup from Matron, who held the spoon at arms lenth (if you were aboy that is)?

Wait-up, I just read your last message again Caz ... kissing, at school !!! - whats in tarnation is that about ..?

Good God,

People will be camping it up next !!!

Laurie

A few more we got scorned for.......

 

1) Pupils must not take the mini-buses out for a joy ride.  Even if the keys are left in a) the ignition b) behind the sun visor c) on a member of staffs key chain.

 

2) Food from tuck shop must only be removed after money has changed hands between student and matron.

 

3)  Nether Stowey Dairies has kindly requested that milk crates are left by the kitchen entrance and not in a broken pile at the bottom of the old drive !

 

4) Students privaliged enough to go to Taunton on a Saturday afternoon must not group together and initiate a mass shop lifting spree.

 

5) Ninja outfits are not be warn by any students....period.

...........don`t know what you mean???? Did save me a fortune in driving lessons though. And we have Mr Dunn to thank for putting the bus into a ditch which gave the game away and led me to having fairy soft hands for the next three months!

Ahhh those were the days.  I think you  should post the picture you took of you and Matt standing on the roof of the mini bus outside Spar in Nether Stowey ! Surley a moment of triumph that should be remembered as one of the better stunts carried out by an inmate !

 

Do you remember when we nicked off with those little motorbikes the head bought for the jubs and oil started streaming out of mine somewhere past greatwood camp ?  Ended up walking the damn thing all the way back.......

 

Crime does not pay but I remeber it gave us alot fun over the years !!!