Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Aug 21st, 2010
There were times at Grammar school when I really did seem to go out of my way to court unpopularity; usually with a flagrant display of elitism. In lower Sixth Form those of us studying French Literature for A Level were invited to the University of Sussex at Brighton for a day of study along [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Reflecions on Aug 7th, 2010
As I said towards the end of my last post it’s not my intention to demonise my Dad. When I started this often painful excursion through my formative years I did so with the desire to give as honest a record as possible which necessitates recalling some pretty horrific moments. I loved Dad and I [...]
Posted in Anger, Mental Archaeology, School on Aug 3rd, 2010
My best friend and I had already organised a post exam 3 week cycling trip in the West Country, with a 2 or 3 day stop at my Nan’s included, so I didn’t have time to fret over the slow progress with the grant application. That holiday was quite an adventure itself so I’m not [...]
Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 29th, 2010
I’d made my decision so on Thursday I turned up for my viola lesson and gave my teacher the good news, she was delighted. How does a nearly 16 year break something like that to his parents? The only thing to do was talk to the one Master that I completely trusted. The man who’d [...]
Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 28th, 2010
OK, back to the list and a pretty horrendous sequence of events, even by my extreme standards. This was something that started out being very good and degenerated into something very bad. It’s going to take more than one post to tell this story because the details are important. In February 1969 I sat my [...]
Posted in Discipline, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 26th, 2010
The fact that I was never caned at Grammar School is a debt I owe to one man, Norman Lucas the Headmaster at Midhurst. By being my Headmaster that man saved me from setting some sort of record for beatings. “Luke” as he was affectionately, and I mean that sincerely, known was determined that corporal [...]
Posted in Detention, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 25th, 2010
I doubt that anyone will be surprised to learn that I was generally considered the most argumentative child that most of my Masters could remember teaching. Just after I started Third Form, aged 13 I got into a stand-up row with the RE Master. I’d got on my high horse about something and he made [...]
Posted in Cycling, Holidays, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 24th, 2010
My thanks to Micky for his post on boys and bikes, it prompted a happy memory which I’d like to share. When I was 12 the mother of one of my school friends (yes I had one or two) and my Mum hatched the idea that a Youth Hostelling holiday on the Isle of Wight [...]
Posted in Abuse, Mental Archaeology, Questions on Jul 23rd, 2010
My post about the unpleasant incident when I lost my virginity at the age of 10 sparked a chain of thought and some questions. Given the traumatic nature of the experience why didn’t I simply go to my Mum and tell her what had happened? There’s one very shallow and unconvincing answer which is that [...]
Posted in Bullying, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 21st, 2010
There really isn’t much to say about number 11, it’s pretty self explanatory so I’ll move on to number 12. This is another story I told some time ago but it bears retelling, anyone that missed it first time round may find it amusing and a very good example of what happens when you push [...]
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