Schooldays are the happiest days of your life.

[mancity2012_eamo]

Every day’s a school day.

 

[Bigg Bigg Blue]

Happiest day of my life when I left school (Hartshead in Ashton) in 1975. Absolutely detested it, the Teachers were generally a set of twats apart from Mr Stanley, Mr Cousil and Mr Parker. I was accused of trying to burn the school down (long story) and my best mate was compared to a member of the IRA.

One of our teachers was a paedophile, Alan Turner, Google him as “Ten Bob Turner” but we all knew him as “Bummer Turner” as did all the Teachers who never reported him, he finally got prosecuted 20 years ago.

Another teacher called Milner was also shagging one of my female classmates whilst she was in the fifth year, came out officially when she was 16 but we all knew it had been going on well before her birthday.

Set of absolute fucking wankers, i rebelled and was “invited” to see a Psychologist, I told him to fuck off in no uncertain terms.

After School I went to Tameside College then Manchester College on Aytoun Street doing Business Studies on day release, those 4 years were a complete joy, the Tutors were the antithesis of the wankers I encountered at School.

We had a music teacher Called Turner at Cresent Rd ( Cresie Rd as it was known ) and he was known as Ten Bob Turner, sounds like the same bloke.

 

[hammocity]

We had a music teacher Called Turner at Cresent Rd ( Cresie Rd as it was known ) and he was known as Ten Bob Turner, sounds like the same bloke.

Most probably, I know Crescent Road, used to go in the Lamb pub now and again back in the day, where was the school?

As an aside, an old sadly departed mate of mine organised a Sunday afternoon do upstairs at the Lamb. It was Strippers and Potato Pie for £2.50. We got the tickets and it said on it:

Lamb Inn
Ash and Gash for £2.50 cash.

 

[blue b4 the moon]

Most probably, I know Crescent Road, used to go in the Lamb pub now and again back in the day, where was the school?

As an aside, an old sadly departed mate of mine organised a Sunday afternoon do upstairs at the Lamb. It was Strippers and Potato Pie for £2.50. We got the tickets and it said on it:

Lamb Inn
Ash and Gash for £2.50 cash.

Lamb did a lovely pint of Boddies.

Used to pop in for one after visiting my Gran on Park Rd.

 

[hammocity]

Lamb did a lovely pint of Boddies.

Used to pop in for one after visiting my Gran on Park Rd.

Blimey, my Mum worked in an Office right next to the Park Pub for over 30 years, I also dated a girl who lived on Park Road. You’re right, the hand pulled Boddies was a cracking pint, same as the Little Astley and the Wellington in Stalybridge. We run our unofficial supporters club from the Astley now, good beer at cheaply prices, couple who run it, Andy and Cheryl are big Blues.

 

[Dial M 4 Mercer]

Attended an all boys secondary modern school in the seventies. Violence was run of the mill and the standard of teaching poor. We felt like failures throughout, and it was made clear to us in our last year that we had no hope of obtaining worthwhile jobs as they would all go to the Grammar school boys. We were given leaflets for potential jobs including petrol pump attendant, lorry drivers mate and shepherd.

 

[mexico1970]

Ash and Gash for £2.50 cash.

Maybe Costa Coffee new slogan to go with the mutilated man/lass thingy?

 

[Barcon]

Attended an all boys secondary modern school in the seventies. Violence was run of the mill and the standard of teaching poor. We felt like failures throughout, and it was made clear to us in our last year that we had no hope of obtaining worthwhile jobs as they would all go to the Grammar school boys. We were given leaflets for potential jobs including petrol pump attendant, lorry drivers mate and shepherd.

Shepherd sounds brilliant.

 

[BlueMoonRisin’]

I fuckin' hated secondary school, half of the male teachers were paedophiles and most of them were bullies. I got caned on the hand and pumped on the arse most weeks, mainly with a rubber sole from a shoe/trainer. I remember my maths teacher catching me talking in class and he hurled the blackboard chalk eraser at me which cut my eyebrow, much to the amusement of the lads in class.

That was the physical bullying but there was also mental bullying, something i endured a lot, especially from one teacher in particular who hated me. I was good at Geography and it was probably my favourite subject. My teacher said i was a failure and would always be a failure, said I'd leave school and be unemployed, or get a job on the bins if i was lucky, the horrible nasty ****.

I thought I'll show you who's a failure (or not) and next exam i got 96%. The teacher called out the results from lowest to highest and each lad left the classroom when hearing what they scored. I was the last left and the teacher said something sarcastic in a condescending manner. "Tried my best sir, see"... He just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. No congratulations, no pat on the back, nothing, just a cold hard stare of hate. That was end of 3rd year. I gave up after that and wagged some of the 4th year and more of the 5th year, i was a failure after all. I went down town mostly and educated myself with my mate, at least we had fun.

There were 6 classes in my year, A to F. I started in B, in first year, end of term i was demoted to C, year after i went down to D. I had potential to be deemed intelligent and prosper but i was a council house kid and there was a large element of snobbery amongst my teachers so i didn't stand much chance really.

I wanted to be in the brass band when iwas in C class in year 2 but they only allowed those to join from A and B.

I was forced to take 2 CSEs which a did, English and Geography which i made sure i failed with distinction!

Thinking back to when i was there, my school, West Hill High was like a cross between Oliver Twist and the film Scum. And those cruel heartless teachers were scum alright!

 

[Don Karleone]

Only City fan in a school full of rags in Bolton, in the 90's. It was shit.