I think the cry from the House of Lords barman would be Beer Beer followed by Hear Hear from the thirsty Lords and Ladies.Quote:
Originally Posted by red lead ted
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I think the cry from the House of Lords barman would be Beer Beer followed by Hear Hear from the thirsty Lords and Ladies.Quote:
Originally Posted by red lead ted
WE had an Indian maths teacher all of five foot tall by the name of Mr. Bean. He carried a small atche case in whic he had his lunch, a slipper, ruler, strap and blackboard peg. All the implements were used as methods of punishment, slipper for minor, black board peg across the palm for serious. Today he would be hanged drawn and quartered if he used such methods. Now special lettuces are grown to administer punishment.
Sounds like the original Mr Bean! LOL:)
Hi John.
We had a woodwork teacher that put the fear of god up all of us, behind his desk he had a row of striking knives, now I suppose they would be Stanley knives but these didn't have a cover on the blades. Make the slightest mistake or noise and one of these would come flying pass you ear. I was never good at woodwork.
As for the cane, regular as clockwork, in one instance a group of us were late for school as we had been putting a fire out started by a train on a railway embankment, it made no difference we still all got six of the best, twisted ears clips around the head, oh dear what would the PC say today.
Cheers Des
We copped the tawse, a nasty narrow leather belt. The expert with this implement was our English master, a great long streak of misery. From his height he could really lay it on. Once, prior to another belting for doing my essay at the last moment in the toilet, he told me:-
"Anderson, you remind me of William Makepiece Thackery."
"Thankyou sir."
"Yes, he too was a lazy smart Alec, hold out your hand."
I got my Higher English anyway.
#14. I also had a tyrant of a woodwork teacher, ex Merchant Navy, he would regale us with some of his adventures in far flung places, some of which seemed to be more fantasy than fact, although after my own experiences around the planet, his tales were probably true. I too was useless at woodwork, many times my pathetic efforts at attempting to shape wood into a towel rail or letter rack were usually displayed to the rest of the class as an example of how not to treat wood. After that embarrassment I would be despatched to a corner of the room with my objet d'art and told to 'plane it to nothing Gill'. Even now I have a fear of wood shavings.
My how things are different today, School kids can prosecute a teacher for a clip around the ear, We had a sports teacher John Stevo he was a football scout for Everton football club and a sadistic bugger he wouldn't think twice of getting you out on the football pitch in any weather and if football or cricket was out then you ran around the pitch in the teams of rain for as long as he wanted, You refused or questioned him he would give you a good kicking out the door until you complied, The head master also had a leather strap if you showed up 2 minutes late for school the doors would be locked and by god when he got hold of you with six of the best you new you had , had a bloody good whack usually across the legs for the rest of the day. :Na_Na_Na_Na:
#16,' Even now I have a fear of wood shavings.' Have you considered counselling John?:p
Marian good to see your on the way up after your recent hospital visit, Well pleased Regards Terry. :thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by gray_marian
Just sneezed there Terry, the pain was excrucaiting:hair_raising: