Ahem, back to topic Hartley,
Abiding memories of kirkby, St Kevins for me, let me see if i can remember, houses-augustus, aquinas, campion, rigby-rugby-not sure, god thats shite, i should be able to remember more than that, what a school, shit education but what a school. Mr Rooney lifting you up by your sideys and marching you across the playground, Mr Rimmer-what an arsehole, the little ginger haired games teacher-what was his name,
who was obsessed with making sure you didn't have your undies on under your PE shorts because he considered it dirty, used to make us all line up with our backs to him, then he would walk along smacking you on the arse with a bat because he could tell if you had them on by the sound it made
always bothered me that when i think about in later life, very pervy if you ask me. But the weirdest teacher in the world award has to go to the remedial teacher Mr Trollope and his infamous Daisy, which was basically the strap but for some bizarre reason this fruit cake had decided to decorate his with wallpaper with Daisy's on it, he could be heard shouting across the playground, YOU BOY !!!, 'would you like to see my daisy, like i said weirdo.
Inter-school fights with the protestant school scruffwood, still there and still looks as shitty as ever, then they went and did the best thing they could ever do for the poor boys at St Kev's, they amalgamated the two catholic schools and introduced us to the girls of St Greg's, now that was an education,
, funny times that will live long in the memory.