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Post by Telemachus on Oct 2, 2019 21:07:42 GMT
I feel I have no option but to intervene and remind the protagonists that this is jubjub's thread and this kind of behaviour is completely inappropriate here. ................................. bollox Well fortunately the jubby person is doing a passive-aggressive sulky silence thing, after his/her own shortcomings were pointed out.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 21:13:47 GMT
Lively here innit Rog
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Post by thebfg on Oct 2, 2019 21:29:20 GMT
I went to a Steiner school and later an independent boys secondary. Load of boloocks. My kids go to an inner city state school full of Bengalis and Somalians. I think they will do better than me in life. Fortunately they have picked up a correct English accent from me isn't it although the younger one does sometimes glottalise her T's which is rather upsetting . A proper school is one which looks after and educated the kids properly. I like a school that does more than just teach kids to pass an exam. My school helped define who I am and prepared me for life beyond childhood.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 21:31:12 GMT
No ... it's life after death not childhood Rog
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Post by Telemachus on Oct 2, 2019 21:31:16 GMT
Lively here innit Rog Yes, but despite the excitement I feel I must now leave you as I have more important things to attend to. I have today’s episode of “Doctors” to catch up on, and it’s very sad because Jeffrey has just died. Jeffrey being Valerie’s cat, of course.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 21:34:11 GMT
Are you still up north?
Tough being apart from your best mate.
Rog
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Post by thebfg on Oct 2, 2019 21:37:52 GMT
No ... it's life after death not childhood Rog 😂 Probaly More on topic than the last 10 pages.
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Post by patty on Oct 3, 2019 5:27:49 GMT
Well as far as threads wander this one has lost its way completely. Perhaps the subject done and dusted, there is I guess only a finite amount of views on any topic unless new posters rock up...unless of course subject matter is Brexit...but even then there is really nothing new to be said, just a rehash of other stuff. They say with short stories there is no new subject matter, just a different way of telling a tale.
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Post by bodger on Oct 3, 2019 7:09:56 GMT
My schools in the 50s/60s were selected for me on the basis of excellent academic records. I don't recall anything that helped me with my personal development - I assume that same goes for most schools of the period, except those that specialised in non-academic stuff. I did learn discipline, and that helped my in my work for 46 years, never going sick or taking time off, and allowing me to rise to the top of my particular profession.
My cousin went to Leighton Park and spent his 6th form years floating about on the River Loddon in an tyre inner tube, dangling a hook in the water. He ended up as a gardener for the National Trust. There was also Millfield, the guys I met later in life who went there were very badly adjusted.
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Post by patty on Oct 3, 2019 7:21:36 GMT
My cousin went to Leighton Park and spent his 6th form years floating about on the River Loddon in an tyre inner tube, dangling a hook in the water. He ended up as a gardener for the National Trust. Well IMO working as a gardener for the National Trust not a bad sorta job to have. Fresh air, lovely gardens and just perhaps peace to get on with your work...
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Post by ianali on Oct 3, 2019 7:49:57 GMT
My cousin went to Leighton Park and spent his 6th form years floating about on the River Loddon in an tyre inner tube, dangling a hook in the water. He ended up as a gardener for the National Trust. Well IMO working as a gardener for the National Trust not a bad sorta job to have. Fresh air, lovely gardens and just perhaps peace to get on with your work... I believe that bodger meant how well his cousin did in his career? His cousins school years also sound good. That’s how I spent much of my school years. Floating around, fishing.. did me no harm.
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Post by naughtyfox on Oct 3, 2019 7:53:15 GMT
You never can tell. Sometimes when I sit in my bus driving along the traffic-free country roads, enjoying the scenery, I'm thinking this is not a bad job at all, picking up the kids from outside their farms and horse stables. I can stop in our village on the way home for breakfast to nip into the shop, and withdraw cash from the bank opposite, and the chemists and health centre are close by too. When I have a break 1330-1420 I can be inside the cafe at the bus/rail station, or have a snooze inside the bus for 45 minutes. The money and holiday entitlement isn't too bad (25-28 days holiday/year + 18 other free paid days) and allows us to go boating 5 times/year in England.
Life could have had a completely different direction. How long will this idyll last? Who can say!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2019 7:55:10 GMT
School was the biggest living nightmare ever I was glad to walk out of there it was winding me up too much. I think the head master thought I was coming back later to discuss it but he never saw me again. Result is no A levels but never mind.
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Post by bodger on Oct 3, 2019 9:23:37 GMT
My cousin went to Leighton Park and spent his 6th form years floating about on the River Loddon in an tyre inner tube, dangling a hook in the water. He ended up as a gardener for the National Trust. Well IMO working as a gardener for the National Trust not a bad sorta job to have. Fresh air, lovely gardens and just perhaps peace to get on with your work... you may think that, but he had aspirations to be a stage manager and studied at RADA for 2 years before dropping out. He did find a peaceful and rewarding environment but I'm sure he carried a loser's chip on his shoulder for many years. When he was boarding at school he used to visit us regularly at weekends (we were local) and looked up to my Dad for advice and guidance. When he retired a couple of years ago he confided in me that he wished my dad had been his dad, because he would not have been allowed to be a slacker and would have made more of himself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2019 10:34:11 GMT
Well IMO working as a gardener for the National Trust not a bad sorta job to have. Fresh air, lovely gardens and just perhaps peace to get on with your work... you may think that, but he had aspirations to be a stage manager and studied at RADA for 2 years before dropping out. He did find a peaceful and rewarding environment but I'm sure he carried a loser's chip on his shoulder for many years. When he was boarding at school he used to visit us regularly at weekends (we were local) and looked up to my Dad for advice and guidance. When he retired a couple of years ago he confided in me that he wished my dad had been his dad, because he would not have been allowed to be a slacker and would have made more of himself. I hope (but doubt it) you reassured him that there was nothing wrong with being a Gardener for the NT.
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