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Comment on Wednesbury by post-structuralist academic [grew up in friar park]

post-structuralist academic [grew up in friar park] — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 22:45:55 +0000

Thank you Vincent van Holland for your masterclass in othering – Levinas would be proud (!) Kind of making my point, really. Or you could just look up othering in ‘wikipedia’ instead, if you’re feeling particularly lazy…

Comment on Stanwell, Kicking up a Stink. by Larjanus

Larjanus — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 20:35:54 +0000

I loved it at St Annes.It was a strange place in some ways, having both a Headmaster and a Headmistress. The Headmistress was a genteel elderly lady named Miss Mears, who drove an immaculate black Austin 7 and looked like a character from an Agatha Christie novel.She was in charge of the children from ages 6 to 9 as I recall..For the final two years a firmer hand was deemed necessary. Mr Silk , the headmaster, was a tall, semi-bald, kindly gentleman who played the piano and led us in prayers at assembly. He also took the recorder class, during which he would try to teach us thickos the basics of written music while we sat there bored out of our skulls. I never did learn to play that damn recorder…Some of the other teachers were:
Mrs Roach, a short stout Irish lady.She was very nice, but what with her accent and her false teeth I never understood a word she said.
Mrs MacDougall, a younger Scottish woman with an abrupt manner but a heart of gold.
The fearsome MR. ROYER…… he was a complete bastard in every way, and surprisingly considering where he was working, rather a snob too. He would throw open the classroom windows to, as he put it, ‘let the Viola stink out!’. He also once reduced me to tears by tearing my exercise book into confetti in front of the entire class.
Mr Harvey, a very nice man who taught in one of the newer temporary buildings just near the old black nissen huts where Royer and Roach had their classes.
And finally my favourite, Mrs Burch. She was a wonderful woman who encouraged us to think for ourselves. I enjoyed every one of her classes, and was very pleased to have her as my form teacher in my final year there (1970).
Nigel, you were right about the old and new estates.If you walked through the Rec from Cordelia Gardens and took the right hand gate towards Hillingdon Ave ( there was always at least one junked car or van dumped there for as long as I can remember) the contrast was immediate. The pebbledashed houses, the rickety old wooden gates and the packs of feral dogs roaming around marked the old from the new. I also remember the old prefabs in Holywell Way. One of the boys in my class lived there, and he was always in trouble over his dinner money. His mum would make florins in her kitchen and give them to the poor little bugger for his school dinners.You could easily tell one of her forged coins as it would be black and so soft you could bend it with your fingers.
It’s hard to believe nowadays, but back then there was real poverty even in a busy place like Stanwell, with kids dressed in hand me downs and the old rag and bone man coming round on his horse and cart. Of course living on the BASHS estate, if your dad didn’t own a car that marked you down as a bit of a gippo.
Of course when the Conservatives introduced the Right to Buy scheme everyone bought their houses at a substantial discount, and the clever ones sold them as soon as the market took off, making a very nice profit and moving out of the area. Now of course everyone has gone to town on the old properties, adding extensions, iron railings and mullion windows, so that the streets no longer look like rows of neat little rabbit hutches as they did back in the 60’s.Everything looks the same by virtue of being totally different, it’s a right mess. To be honest there’s probably a large element of ‘rose tinted spectacles’ going on here, but I really miss the old days. Growing up there was fun.

Comment on Thurnscoe by Sara

Sara — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 20:14:03 +0000

So, Scooby I’m gathering by your spelling and grammer that you aren’t English!!! And ‘fat’! lol! If by me being a size 12 is fat, yes, I’m massive. KFC? You make me laugh!!! Is this because you live off errrrrmmmm curries or Indians? And trackies? Even if I owned a pair, I’d rather wear them than the type of dress you lot wear….racist? Me? Very!!!! And proud to be English, I believe in our culture and why pull our country down when you are so eager to live here? I’d gladly wave you all off back to the hovels you crawled out of, and come here to sponge off us!! My son is in the top 3% of children in his age bracket, and with any luck will put his brains behind getting rid of each and every one of you…..thank you ‘Sara’s friend’ for supporting white, british, normal working class.

Comment on Chesterfield by regthrty

regthrty — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:40:55 +0000

and yes didnt read the food bit actualy the cunts do nick ur food at the college the fucking hungry imbred sheep offsprings

Comment on Nelson by regthrty

regthrty — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:35:55 +0000

sounds just like clay cross

Comment on Pontefract by admin

admin — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:29:03 +0000

@Emma Have an official Chavtowns Gold Star for pedanticism!

Comment on Solihull by regthrty

regthrty — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:24:45 +0000

went there shit the parks wank

Comment on Alfreton by regthrty

regthrty — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:21:07 +0000

shithole spawned from a dogs anus

Comment on Mansfield, chavs galore by regthrty

regthrty — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:19:15 +0000

absolute shithole absolute cunts absolutely wank hate the place and hate the east midlands too

Comment on Chesterfield by regthrty

regthrty — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 17:15:47 +0000

h8 this place so much i live near there full of cunts who try to nick stuff and expect you to do nothing i fucking swang for one who tried to steal my lighter and the cunt does fuck all back lol chesterfield college is the worst worst than west notts and thats saying something so u cn imagine how shit it is my advice to the person above fucking leave while u still can cs thats wt im doin