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Category Archive for 'School'

Raising the roof at the RFH…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jun 12th, 2010

While the whole experience of performing Messiah in such a prestigious venue has been a long cherished memory, there are certain moments that were extra special. The first is the organ pipe moment. Those familiar with Messiah will know that “And the glory of the lord” opens with a single loud note. It’s a bottom [...]

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A country boy at the Royal Festival Hall…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jun 10th, 2010

Walking to school to meet the coach I made a brief stop at a newsagent, to stock up on essentials such as crisps, chocolate and my all time favourite soft drink. Not many people reading this will remember or even know about Tizer but it was the soft drink of my childhood and I loved [...]

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Sod rugby, time for singing…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jun 9th, 2010

Rehearsals for the upcoming performance of Messiah were more than enough to take my mind off injury woes but, in keeping with the oddity that was me, nature had a little prank to play. Still showing no signs of imminent puberty my voice changed but not in the conventional way. None of my upper register [...]

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An early end to the rugby season…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School, Sports on Jun 8th, 2010

The end of the month arrived and we went back to the doctor to be given the news that I could try playing rugby again but, that word again, any problems and I’d be off until the orthopaedic people could see me and make a decision as to what the problem was. The doctor gave [...]

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Nearer to the end of rugby…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School, Sports on Jun 7th, 2010

The biggest shock of the scrum disaster was when I got home and reported the injury, as instructed by the school nurse. All set for a long whining session to try and convince my parents that it was a real problem and not me being a sissy, I was completely dumbfounded when they immediately agreed [...]

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The beginning of the end of rugby…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School, Sports on May 26th, 2010

Did I say Killer wouldn’t be a happy chap? He was worse than unhappy he was “disappointed” which was always a sure fire way for anybody to get me onto a massive guilt trip. Perhaps if my Headmaster had chosen to be “disappointed” with me 2 years later rather than getting angry things could have [...]

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Unaccustomed as I was to public speaking…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Mar 22nd, 2010

I mentioned yesterday that when I was 15 I started entering public speaking competitions, something that I proved rather good at even though I say it myself. When the Head of English asked me if I’d like to represent the school at a competition organised by the local Rotary Club I was a little bit [...]

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Brief intermission – The little organist will be back tomorrow…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School, Still Bitter on Feb 28th, 2010

The human mind is a weird thing isn’t it? OK, perhaps I should say that my human mind is a weird thing to avoid generalisation. Over the last week I’ve been writing about some of the worst and most destructive times of my life, 15 – 18, and yet whenever I’ve come here to write [...]

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A little bit of dark but mostly light…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Feb 21st, 2010

Well I seem to have turned a light on somehow and there’s just a tiny bit less darkness around. This little tale is from my second week as a first former at grammar school and I think I’ll enjoy the telling as much as the remembering. While I hadn’t had time to make any friends, [...]

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