Salad Bowl Of Rock |
"Oi Biff!" I shouted in a guess what way. "What" he snapped. His Californian drawl still bore more than a smear of fossil-fuelled Barnsley. "That new song Salad Bowl Of Rock is great" I crowed. He tur...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 14:12:00 GMT |
The School Desk Inquiry |
Our Welsh English teacher, Peter Griffin was a lovely bloke but he had a bit of a temper. When he was pissed off his ears would get very red followed by the rest of his face and his voice would turn i...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 14:10:00 GMT |
The Poster |
History was my favourite lesson at school. My various obsessions had awakened a voracious appetite for facts and a thirst for knowledge which, unfortunately, proved absolutely worthless whenever I was...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 13:16:00 GMT |
I Remember The Lyric Jacket |
"I hear you're an Iron Maiden fan," he says, beckoning me over to him "well have a look at this!" And he shows me this leather jacket he's got with this sort of sleeveless denim jacket over it. And th...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 13:10:00 GMT |
Jason 'Flash' Carter And The School Assembly |
We turned up at the school hall for assembly one morning to be told that we were going to be treated to a musical recital. At that time at the school there was an attractive young art teacher, whose n...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 02:07:00 GMT |
Dave Murray's A Cunt |
"Dave Murray's a cunt", said Browning suddenly one morning as we walked up the school drive. "What?" I said, a bit surprised. Murray was my favourite member of Maiden, not least because of his cherubi...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:13:00 GMT |
