27 everyone was nice!
Ahh Dunkie... he was also a bit of a dab hand with a cricket bat too, if memory serves. And Gavin and James... dear lord, I'd almost forgotten about those two... Gavin looked like an East Anglian farmer boy version of Michael Corleone but with a too-big arse, and James, or "Perry" as he was later known due to his centre parting, was very little and sported glasses (during sixth form he added cream chinos and a denim shirt, which he wore everyday and led to myself and Little Richard having a Perry Day, dressing and grooming accordingly). One of their most memorable scenes was the time in History when, having been separated for the hundredth time for bickering, Gavin lent Johnny his prit stick, which was then thrown at the ceiling, sticking to the bulge made when their was a storm, and remaining there for the entire lesson as we all waited to see if it would fall on Gavin's unsuspecting head.
Which leads me to the History teacher... Mrs Flatman.
MRS FLATMAN! One of my heroes, if only for the fact that she was tiny with ginger hair and a thick Australian accent, saying things like "Nooooooooo!", "Gavunnnnnnn!", and "Fransussss Walsing'ummmmmm!"
She had a little stool so she could reach the top of the board, and instead of photo copies she used bander sheets (I'm sure that's what they were called... those poor quality papers printed in purple ink). She also had the much discussed but never examined "London Game" on the top of her cupboard, and every lesson would witness the following conversation:
Diamond: Can we play the London Game, Miss?
Mrs Flatman: Nooooooo!
Do you remember the lesson towards the end of year 11 when she read us some of the Canterbury Tales? I still maintain that it could trump any bedtime story. Not quite as good as John Hurt in the Story Teller, but damn close.
A generally unpopular class at the time, I always secretly loved it. Although we couldn't choose which areas of history to study, the Elizabethan project was fun, as was the fact that a certain very fine girl was in our class, and she often had a cold which somehow made her even finer. Due to these, as well as the eternal feud of Gavin and James, and the field trips to castles and the replica of The Golden Hind, I'd give history with Mrs Flatman a solid 7.5/10.
Which leads me to the History teacher... Mrs Flatman.
MRS FLATMAN! One of my heroes, if only for the fact that she was tiny with ginger hair and a thick Australian accent, saying things like "Nooooooooo!", "Gavunnnnnnn!", and "Fransussss Walsing'ummmmmm!"
She had a little stool so she could reach the top of the board, and instead of photo copies she used bander sheets (I'm sure that's what they were called... those poor quality papers printed in purple ink). She also had the much discussed but never examined "London Game" on the top of her cupboard, and every lesson would witness the following conversation:
Diamond: Can we play the London Game, Miss?
Mrs Flatman: Nooooooo!
Do you remember the lesson towards the end of year 11 when she read us some of the Canterbury Tales? I still maintain that it could trump any bedtime story. Not quite as good as John Hurt in the Story Teller, but damn close.
A generally unpopular class at the time, I always secretly loved it. Although we couldn't choose which areas of history to study, the Elizabethan project was fun, as was the fact that a certain very fine girl was in our class, and she often had a cold which somehow made her even finer. Due to these, as well as the eternal feud of Gavin and James, and the field trips to castles and the replica of The Golden Hind, I'd give history with Mrs Flatman a solid 7.5/10.
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