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Y'all know the score. Me and Griff with A. Hole in the background plus A. N. Other (might be Finchy) at Summer School 2011.

 

Spooner: Himself: ' Griff', you ziss times can be ze milk maid. I vill be ze German Panther tank commander.'

I likenz zee ruggedz beardy zing. Verry hot. ;)

 

Take your pick. Me, Kevin and Griff:

 

Prof K = Short crust....., Griff = Hot water & Dr Spoons...aha = Rough puff.....

Now I die...........

I enjoyed my time on Pod' A'.....

Alas I bid you all farewell......

I hear a'knocking......

Pain.......

Pain.....

Or is it Payne?

No photo link so I guess he's in disguise....

:sinking:

:boohoo:

 

You forgot the pencils.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uk37TD_08eA

Wasn`t there an ostrich involved?



.....And IG looks a little waxy for my liking

 

In the words of my children. I speak verbatim:

' IFLMAO'.

Kids eh?

 

That's because you children have never had their asses removed by any other method... birch them all, now.

 

Am on the case as I type...

Any hints?

 

Make them fetch it from the cupboard and bring it to you. Our P.E. teacher used to make you select a "pump" from the lost property, then wallop you with it. Our woodwork teacher used to bend you over, put your tie in the vice on the edge of the work-bench, chalk a message onto the plywood "cricket bat" and then imprint the message onto the arse of your trousers. Our maths teacher used to slide his sovereign ring over his knuckle and "knuckle" you over the head. The French teacher used to throw a very large bunch of keys / board rubber at you. The physics teacher had a cane rod which was basically a sewer rod with brass tips. The "batman" (head-teacher who used to wear his gowns all the time) allowed you to select which cane would be striking your arse/ hand depending on how he felt. Take your pick.

Although a riding crop/ spurs will probably suffice.

 

Dear Simon,

Have you considered teaching as a career?

Kindest regards,

Mandy.

I enclose information on the PGCE course currently availaible.


Mand'

(Personally I believe you have a 'calling' )

 

Already got a city and guilds. Tried teaching, it's rubbish. These days I'm more about "facilitating learning". Oh, I forgot, our maths teacher just used to breathe her horrendous coffee breath on you. That was the worst. Anyway, back to the pastry...

 

You could go higher.

Aim for NVQ.

You could fly buddy, really achieve.....................:pigs:

 

I think that rather tastefully stripey shirt in the background might be mine.

"Dapper" was the word someone used to describe it

"Prison Issue" was the other description

RP

 

I'm thinking you and Athol are the angel and the devil on Griff's right and left shoulders having a chat about something or other- probably the transverse arch.

 

We were discussing benching actually. Griff does about 220lb you know

 

Jeez Spoonz - you not got any pics of me where I'm not pulling a face like Zig and Zag...

 

That'll be your face. I could post them all, but they're all the same: either Zig or Zag- blame your parents, not me. I'm leaning toward Zag. Perhaps Zag was your father?

I've heard a rumour he's pushing 230 these days, Robin.

P.S I'm more concerned about the lipstick you are wearing in picture 2, Griff.

 

Picture two

SKSpooner: I'll have a double chin and tonic please

 

Reinforces what a boring time I had of school (apart from being propositioned by my year 8-9 english teacher).

Just spent my lunch (please note boss) watching Rowan Atkinson, one easily gets side-tracked, thanks Blinda

 

Oh you lucky B@stard!



Best bit at 47 secs

Also, rather topical advice for those creating havoc at 1 min 23 secs given what is happening in UK

 

That is defo Robin P (The equaliser) in the photo. It was the only time over the summer school that he didn't have the trademark long 'flasher' style coat on!

It was gym trash talk of some description... Like " Yeah well I could lift Spooner and Griff over my head right now if I wanted". You know normal after dinner chat.

 

She (we) had to be discrete, her husband was my math teacher, country town school!