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Odd facts about Malcolm, number 12 on the list…

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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Back to the story, life after the RFH…

Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Music, School, Sports on Jun 21st, 2010

This last week has been a bit of a nightmare but, thankfully, the worst is over now. All I’m left with is residual pain, although that’s quite severe enough, and being barred from drinking until next weekend because of a really nasty antibiotics that I’m taking. Anyway, I guess I should get back to the [...]

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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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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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