Stand Grammar School
Church Lane, Whitefield, ManchesterDemolished 2001 AD
Stand Grammar SchoolChurch Lane, Whitefield, ManchesterDemolished 2001 AD |
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Martyn,
A great website. I was at Stand during the war from 1941-47. My elder brother was there from 1938-42, but my father Eric, better known as ' Ernie' Hanson was on the staff from 1921 to 1965. He would have loved the web site for he remembered every name right back to the 1920's; indeed in his last years at Stand he found that he was teaching the grandchildren of his early pupils. When I started in 1941 the Headmaster was Dennis Norwood, who was only seen by miserable little third formers at morning assembly or for punishment. He was succeeded by Medlar who never had the same presence and unfortunately, seemed to be repeatably struck by an almost biblical plague of boils. Frank Hepworth was senior master and obviously couldn't stand the sight of boys and so he conducted his classes in English with his eyes tightly shut. I always thought that we could have quietly left and he would never have known. In room 7 was Harry Clarke or 'Old man' Clarke who always loomed behind you while you waited for the inevitable blow to the back of the head. 'Gussy' Joynson taught physics and was not unlike Heinrich Himmler in appearance. Alf Housley took chemistry and was a very good badminton player despite having only one leg. During the war when staff and senior boys stayed the night on firewatching duty in case of incendiary bombs, Alf used to hang up his leg still in his trousers when retiring to his camp bed. Bill Evans, who had been blown up in the trenches during the first world war still carried various pieces of German metal in his innards and was left rather short tempered, any slacker was progressively hit on the top of his head by an extremely hard projecting knuckle until he reached the floor. Only when he had grown sufficiently to be taller than him would one be offered a Woodbine and a friendly word. Gasquet taught French and had an assorted collection of clubs in his desk and should someone displease him (not a difficult thing to do) , first of all his head would be examined, then various implements would be laid out in display and finally, having re-checked the head he would select the most suitable and advance on the boy. His favorite weapon was the metal spine from a desk lid with a hinged end which revolved as he advanced. You were never hit very hard and sometimes when boys finally left school they would present him with an even more fearsome addition to add to his collection.
I saw on your web that John Horrock of Ontario remembered two female teachers, I remember Mrs Glazebrook, Mrs Hughes, and particularly Miss Moore for so called Physical Education. She was small, very thin and sunburnt, and no one was allowed to challenge her. She placed relay race sticks under the wall bars around the gym so that wherever she happened to be she could quickly deliver a sharp blow. This would regularly occur when we all had to lie on our backs on the floor for exercises which inevitably led to resounding farts coming from various areas to be followed by sharp cries of pain. It was no coincidence that those who suffered most were the ones who stayed for school dinners. We all thought things would improve when she left and an Egyptian, Silem Said took over, only to find that gym now consisted of going outside in all weathers to run round and round the field and playground for half an hour.
Who remembers Mr Levy, who taught Latin with a short temper? - almost as short as my Latin memory. Mr Hawley who taught Spanish and History and who's main story was how he crossed the Andes on a donkey. Duggie Williams who wielded a large T square in the Art room and went on to lecture at the Bangor Normal College being replaced by Alan Smith. Someone has already mentioned Joe Ogden and his time in the asylum, but I recall him telling us that he at least had a certificate to say he was sane, while we had no such thing! Mind you his sanity was sorely tried for I remember we removed all the screws from his chair and replaced them with black thread, having kept him in conversation from entering the room he suddenly disappeared from behind his desk and descended to the floor with a almighty crash. On another occasion electric buzzers from the ATC (Air Training Corps) were fixed under various desks and as the lesson progressed a buzzer would sound in one area to be replaced by one at the other side of the room - he never mentioned it, nor located them, and finally we got tired of buzzing.
My father would never hit a boy, instead he would walk up to the cause of his displeasure, curl one finger around his forelock - we all had hair then, turn round with his hand behind him and simply walk back to the front of the class leaving the hapless boy to totter behind in a crouching position, he was then left to kneel on the front edge of the platform - rather painful as I well remember! After the end of the war a master arrived who was never to have discipline problems. He was 6' 4" tall, extremely well built, and to add to this he carried half a pound of lead shot in the end of his gown sleeve. Any performance or behaviour which upset him and he would swing his arm and the weighted sleeve would prescribe a graceful arc to be caught in mid flow and continue in a controlled curve to connect with the offenders' head.
Other staff include Joe Whitworth who took us Youth Hostelling during the war when all food was rationed, and so you had to carry all your food for the week, this lead to everyone eating enormous amounts after the first day to lighten the load. W. P. Birch who in the early days was called 'Waste Paper Basket'. 'Sap" Hamer who was scoutmasterand still had to be called Sir even at scout camp. Finally, reference Mike Hages' letter - ,A Trip to the Dentist', I made a fairly recent trip to Whitefield and was equally surprised to see that 'Chippy Dicks' chip shop had gone, and that my old local the Junction Inn was now a Indian restaurant. The landlord and last Hangman was of course Harry Allen and not Albert Pierrepoint. He kept the Oldham pub - 'Help The Poor Struggler', and had a notice in his bar saying 'No Hanging Around The Bar'. I spent a day with Albert in the late 1970's when I needed some accurate information on hanging - but that's another story.
Best Wishes,
I was at Stand from 1960 to 1963. Do you have any idea of what happened to the Clive of India plaque that used to be in the Hall on the right near the stage? I seem to remember spending 3 years stood near to that.
Thanks for printing the picture of (Haggis!) Mr Hargreaves. I remember
him for;
(a) terrifying me into learning how to whiten a pair of muddy pumps
after cross country through Phillips Park,
(b) the pleasure of dubbining every football in the store room when
unable to take PE after a knee op.
(c) having the wit to put on my school report, "Trying!"
Regards
David Rattee
My name is Julian Ernst and I attended SGS from 75-80. I am from Prestwich, but now live in Helmshore, Rossendale.
I recall my first day at SGS being greeted by black cloaked & mortar board clad masters such as Tabs Hunter, The Beak, Broadbent (maths I think), Jasper Swift and of all people Freddie Mercury. I was absolutely petrified by all the black attire.
I recently bumped into teacher Haggis in Helmshore whilst he was out walking his dog. He has not changed one bit! Full credit must go to him for remembering my name and even the nicknames he gave me such as Toblerone, Matterhorn etc, based upon the fact that my dad is from Switzerland. The funny thing is, I still called him "sir" throughout the whole conversation.
I am still friendly with some of the lads from school and we still get together (Karl Evans, Ivan Elllison, Steve Crouch, Dodge, Nick Mullen, Kirky, Andy Owen & China). China was a year below me, but lived in Prestwich too. I remember one day I threatened China over something and The Beak overheard the fracas that ensued. He came over and enquired as to what was going on. China said that I was going to beat him up at break time. The Beak asked - "Well, what exactly did Ernst say to you, Hardman?". China's reply was "He said he was going to fucking twat me sir!" China & I both burst out laughing and I think we both got slippered for that.
Other things I remember:
Paddy McCaff and the press ups on the tennis courts.
Hairy's Pond.
The 6ft deep hole, dug by Andy Robinson and crew.
Pushing and shoving in the queue for the canteen.
Getting arrested by security staff at Chester Zoo for throwing crisp
packets full of water form a bridge at unsuspecting people on that pleasure
boat ride on the little canal that surrounds the zoo.
Peter Bull (Spanish teacher) not being able to speak or understand
Spanish on our trip to Lloret de Mar.
Singing "We're going to wreck Lloret" on the coach from the airport
to the hotel and getting rollocked for it by a little fat teacher who's
name I can't remember.
Sharing a hotel room with Steve Crouch & Dave Barlow and Dave and
I being seriously uncomfortable with Crouch's pink pyjamas.
Nicking sweets from the kiosk at Whitefield Bus Station and being lined
up in the hall for an identity parade by the owners of the kiosk.
Us regular thieves got away with it, because we had been nicking there
for months and the owner claimed that because she recognised us, then it
couldn't posssibly have been us. Instead, Ian Hughes got nabbed for
it. He had only be there that day for the first time and wouldn't
dream of doing anything like that. I wonder where Hughey Hughes is
these days.
I will think of some more stories and check in with you again.
Great site Martyn. Keep up the good work laddie!
Please list my email address julian@ernst.freeserve.co.uk
Cheers
Julian Ernst
Martyn, I have just read with interest and emotion many of the letters on your web site,but not many from my time there.
I left to become an articled clerk to chart accountants in m/c and qualified in 1960 and was in my own practice until 1994 when I retired I remember many of my contempories and keep in contact with some to this day -Joe Rich MBE dentist, Les Jacobs fca, acct Harold Falk fca acct, David Rose surgeon, Eric Marks dentist and Nev (nipper) Marks doctor -- we didn't do too bad in spite of what we were sometimes told we would come to!!
I remember Ivor Jones (woodwork) telling me to leave his wood alone and bring in my comics instead -I never did anything practical since. PBH always gave me a hard time - I suppose I was a lazy bugger but we fought honourable draws -I wonder if he remembers? Goofy Hunter was a star, a smashing man what happened to him? Also Les Lumley (physics ) who was always professional, Eric Moore who wielded his power through a steel ruler, maybe he did some good, Joe Whit in my first year, and Ernie Hanson , Fritz Forian (french) and of course Shiner Lee (chemistry) who we all loved -a nice man who we gave little chance to. Oh boy we were difficult kids at times. Sammy Medlar was our excellent headmaster, who made one of the most telling phrases I ever heard – “Don't leave your studies for the lure of some small change, boys, stay on and you will hear the rustle of notes” - I salute him.
I remember with great affection most of my time at STAND and more than 40 years on the old tune is still remembered - if PBH is still around tell him I’m sorry for treading on his foot when he sneaked up on me outside 5H classroom , but I enjoyed the moment and I forgive him all the bad times he gave us - I gather he has mellowed.
Kind regards - Phil Laddin
PS are these teachers still alive? Do you have contact with them?
Belatedly, I could say thanks.
Hi Martyn
Without my really knowing why I did this, I typed 'Stand Grammar School' into my search-engine this afternoon, and found your web-site. I was at Stand from 1963 to 1966, and will probably be remembered, if at all, as a stalwart of the cross-country team. I was delighted to find messages on the site from two of my old cross-country mates, Alan McGilvray and Brian Heywood. I have many fond memories of those epic encounters with Chadderton GS et al, and, of course, Mr Frith and the famous 'Green Flash'. My cross-country career continued at Cardiff University, and ended when I graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine, as it then was, in 1971. I remember meeting Jasper Kirkby, who was running for Imperial College, at the Hyde Park Relay, either in 1967 or 1968. I've not seen anyone else from the School since I left, except Lawrence McGinty. I saw him on the telly, and I meant to try and contact him, but I never did. He used to write for the New Scientist, and then became Science Reporter for ITN News. I did contact Terry Bloomberg a few years ago, and heard back from him. He is a radiologist in Guildford.
I married Gwyneth, whom I met at Cardiff University, and we have 3 children. After graduating, I worked for a number of years in South Wales, and in Port-of-Spain, Trinidad; then in Oxford, and for 4 years at the Christie Hospital in Manchester. In 1986 we moved to Canada, and for the last 10 years, I have been Head of Radiation Oncology at CancerCare Manitoba in Winnipeg, and Associate Professor of Radiology at the University of Manitoba.
To the teachers who instructed and encouraged me during the embryonic years of my medical career in the 6th form at Stand, I owe a great debt of gratitude, especially to Mr W.P Burch ( "Willy P" ), and to Mr Brien Crossfield, whom I was delighted to see featured on the site. I don't remember him having a nickname, and this was rather unusual, I think, distinguished even.
At Stand, I also enjoyed singing in the choir, and I remain very appreciative of the excellent choral training I received from Mr Jack Longstaffe, who did not intimidate me nearly as much as he did some of the unfortunate younger boys. I am still very actively involved in several choirs, including the North American Welsh Choir, with whom I toured Wales last year.
My younger brother, Roy, was at Stand from 1963 to 1967, and he died tragically in 1978, at the age of 26. He was a talented poet, and had he lived longer, you might have heard more of him.
Keith Davies Jones
( "Taffy" )
Martyn,
After reading more of the letters I remembered some of the trips we did during my residence at Stand.
Joe Whit took us one day to Ripon Abbey/Minster/Cathedral as an end of year day out. He really did know his architecture. 'Remember boys to bring sandwiches'.
We also went, Easter 1966 (I know that as Pretty Flamingo was No. 1 in the charts), to the Lake District on a field study course with various masters. This included Miss Tiffin & Mr Fletcher who used to go off for long walks together....hmmmmm... I wonder why? There were three types of walks you could go on. Easy, Medium and Mount Everest. I seem to remember going on mostly the easy ones. I must confess doing a lot of laughing on that trip and also being thrown out of one of the indoor classes for having a farting contest with Chris Jolly (CMJ).
We had gone out one evening into Windermere when we encountered a gang of the local cognocentii:
'Are you laughin' at my mate?' one said.
CMJ 'If you're a mate of his you're a bloody funny breed!'
How we got away without a good bashing I don't recall but it was an excellent put down.
I managed two trips abroad with the school, both to Switzerland. The first, 1965, was by rail from Manchester Central to St. Pancras, Victoria to Dover then SeaLink to Boulogne then steam hauled across France to Paris Gard du Nord and on the Switzerland. We eventually made it to Kandersteg and then onto, I think, Montreaux. The highlight of the trip being 'Spud' Woods throwing up after drinking too many schnapps!!! How we got back I don't remember except the last leg was from Euston to Manchester London Road/Piccadilly. The second trip was in 1966 and we visited Lugano and somewhere else eventually ending up in Basle for a flight home. The day in Basle was the day of the world cup final. I forget who won (hee hee). We flew back to Manston Airport on a Middle East Airlines Comet 4B with another school party from Yorkshire, I believe. Once off the plane two coaches were waiting to take us home. One coach was new and plush the other was an old Bedford. Guess which one we got. I never returned to Switzerland until last year when I think the border guards had forgotten about SGS.
The photo taken by Mike Gibson states on the back 'McDonald on the chair lift from Stock - Sunnbuhl 1965'. (See below, alongside the other photo).
Who remembers the spring near the bottom of the field next to the railings? There was a tree overhanging the spring itself with a rope attached. The usual trick was to grab hold, leap out and swing round. This day John Plaice did just this but the rope snapped and he landed in the middle of the mud patch!!! Oh my aching sides!!!
And now 'Laugh along an Eddie' - real life adventures with your favourite master.
In 1967 I broke my arm and had it in plaster from my wrist to my shoulder. Because of this I couldn't wear my blazer. The headmaster had given me permission to wear a cardigan that had pockets in so I could carry pens etc.. Well Eddie saw me.
'Why are you incorrectly dressed boy? he delicately enquired,
'That's not school uniform!'
'Well sir, in case you hadn't noticed I've broken my arm and I can't
get my jacket on.' I replied,
Pause... 'That's no excuse!',
'I'm sorry sir but the headmaster thinks it is!!'.
In the 6th form we had various free periods. This day a group of us were stood on the balcony above the stage generally enjoyed a good chin wag when our favourite master hove into view from the staff room.
'Why are you boys standing chatting there? Haven't you got lessons to
go to?' he blustered.
'I'm not sure sir.' we replied (note emphasis on the 'lied').
Meanwhile at the other end of the balcony, where the 6th form lockers were located stood, I think, 'Fred' Freedman.
'Freeeeeed, come here' we bellowed just to upset EH.
Now Fred was not slow at catching on so he strolled, at school regulation pace, around the balcony.
'Fred should we be in a lesson now?'
'Oh, don't know, hang on a minute I'll go and look'
Fred strolled back to his locker and looked inside. He closed the door and strolled back.
'Nope' he replied.
Eddie was fuming knowing we had taken the pi*s out of him and there was nothing he could do!!!
Well can't sit here enjoying myself.
Nostalgia, it's not what it used to be.
Regards
1C, 2A, 3E, 4M, 5E, 6M & 7M (1962-69)
Ian,
Thanks for the picture. That was a good day - I think I must have peaked early - hence no chance of astronomer royal - closest I get is a trip to the observatory! I enjoyed the 6th form. I live in Greenwich - drop me an email if you are anywhere near and perhaps we could have a beer. Btw Ken Thorpe shurely.
Keep up the railway preservation. Down at the Kent and East Sussex Railway yesterday.
All the best
Martyn, Frank & Kevin,
In an idle moment I wondered if there was any mention of the old school on the WWW and lo and behold I found your site.
I spent the next two hours or so circumnavigating every torturous twist of that bottomless pit called my brain for reminiscences of those far off rose tinted days 1962 - 1969, if memory serves me well.
I must confess the letters in the site brought memories flooding back with tears of joy and sadness in equal measure.
To Frank and Kevin, nice to get back in touch. Where are the rest of the lads, Christopher Martin Jolly, Dave Ffoulkes, Mike Gibson, Kev Thorpe, Curly Pratt, ? Jones (Jonesus Porkus Est, the only Latin I ever knew), Dave Bloom, Dave Lancaster, Paul Gibbs, Roland Moss, John 'The dog's eaten my homework sir' Woods, Steve Robinson, Ray Williams, Steven Fry et al. Where are the girls from the girls school, Liz Edwards, Angela Harrap, Heather Halliday, Margaret Wood, Judith Entwistle, Linda Coakley?
Andrew Coakley is Linda your elder sister?
To all the Swinton, and beyond, old Standians greetings and well met! The old No. 6 Salford City Transport bus had long gone so have the 'specs'. I was at Bury one day when I saw one of the old buses and thought 'I used to go to school on that'. How tempus fugits. Sorry, two bits of Latin.
The winter of 62/63 was very bad and we didn't do games for a few weeks we were taken for walk around the Xcountry course where Micheal Kiernan spent more time on his ar*e than standing upright. The milk froze in the bottles!!! It was good being milk monitor you got more then one bottle.
Dave 'Dribbler' Bloom was a good footballer and when we were in the 6th form we were allowed to play footy on the, then, new tennis courts. Well Dave took off on one of his amazing dribbles beating everyone, including all his own team, and took an almighty swipe at the ball which arced gracefully over the netting and down the railway embankment. We never did find that ball despite the efforts of at least a dozen half naked bods scrambling all over the railway in search of it!!! Third rail electrics, 650 volts Ha!!!
On another day we got changed, charged down the steps to the new wing exit by the art room and out of the door. I had the ball and doing a wonderful Eddie Waring type 'up and under' deposited the ball on the roof!!! We spent the rest of the lesson getting it off the roof by skilfully climbing/hanging out of the windows and getting onto the flat roof.
Once again in the 6th form we used to play bridge or shove ha'penny in one of the labs off the balcony. This day we played footy, or was it rugby, with a home made ball of rolled up socks (pheweeee!!!). Kev Thorpe kicked the ball and his shoe flew off and left a perfect imprint on the ceiling 20 ft. up. The joke was not only was it perfect in every detail but the room has just been redecorated and as far as I know the footprint was there 'til the end.
When I read Frank's name it reminded me of his dad, who of course was the school caretaker when I was there and a nicer bloke you couldn't wish to meet. Where is Ian 'The Deece' Dyson?
Kevin well done on your achievements in Maths. I thought you would be The Astronomer Royal by now? I keep looking.
So many names come back and so many incidents that I can't put them all down at once.
It was good to see Haggis is still going strong. Yes I've got clean hands, finger nails, white pumps and black shorts. Now it's off to the showers for a good hose down. What would the school inspectors make of that today!
Give my regards to Brien Crossfield. He taught me Chemistry in a year, enough to pass my O level. The previous two years were spent at the back of the Chemistry class with Chris Jolly after being banished there by Kerry Holt.
If you remember the class had to stand outside the labs until a master let them in. This day we were waiting for Mr Holt in the room by the master's staircase. When Mr. Holt opened the door I shouted 'Forward Ho!!!' and was promptly thrown out. Another day Mr. Holt produced Sulphur Dioxide gas, i.e. a stink bomb, he sent all the class to the back until the nasty niff had dispersed so Chris and I went and sat at the front. 'Go and stand outside the headmaster's study' was the reply. We never did, we went into the library and did our homework. There's always a way around the system.
Johnny Frith (Room 26) and his whacker, a piece of desk hollowed out to the shape of a cricket bat. I spent most of the history lessons either in quod or being whacked!! Funny I've never liked history since. Zena Goss, our art teacher.
I remember an English teacher called Esplin, who took out all the enjoyment of the subject for me. It was many years later that I regained my enjoyment of English when I began writing reviews and scripts for various productions. Beware the man with glass eye!!!!
Mr. J. 'Joe Whit' Whitworth was a gentleman and a scholar and that picture of him with the boxing team brought back memories of a great teacher. It was a privilege to have been in his class.
Les Lumley was also one of the old school for whom I have great respect.
Remember Fred Hill, all 3' 6" of him in his gown with an armfull of books and his shiny brown shoes that had reteads from ex Army 2 ton Bedfords!!!! The tales he could tell on cricket. 'Life is real, Life is earnest and the grave is not the goal!'
'Chippy' Woods, 'Charlie' Guest, 'Dicky' Dawson, Miss Tiffin (and the French teacher whose stock phrase was 'Whitmarsh page xx', 'The Rev' Roberts, 'Wobber' Roberts, 'Fred' Knox all those teachers come back.
'Eddie' Hynes was one master I found obnoxious. We were in the canteen one day on first sitting and I was head of table. The sitting had finished and Eddie was sitting in the headmaster's chair as was his wont when the headmaster wasn't at lunch. The noise level rose as the pupils were waiting to be dismissed when Eddie stood up and shouted 'BE QUIET!!!!'. A young lad at the bottom of my table replied in perfect imitation 'NO!!!!!'. Eddie stormed round the tables to see who it was but he never found out. We laughed. Another day the same young lad spilt the water jug after we had reset the table. As we were mopping it up Eddie came round and started shouting at the poor lad. I turned on him and said ' If you want to shout at anyone on my table you shout at me first' or some such. 'See me after you're dismissed' he said and stormed off. I stood my ground, was not put in detention and have always used that as a anecdote when teaching managers to look after their junior staff.
The food was served in those aluminium dishes including the custard. 'Who wants the skin?'
I finished my degree in Physics at the University of Surrey and then
went into computing starting with
the PODPS (Post Office Data Processing Service) and progressed into
Database Administration, mainly on large commercial databases based, in
the end, on IBM's DB2 database. I was cast upon the scrapheap of human
endeavour last Christmas ('Please take this pot of money and never darken
our doorstep again'.' 'Too bloody true matey boy, good bye!'), and am now
semi-retired and living in Cranfield Beds.. How I found time to go to work
full time I don't know!!!
I spend most of my time now at my lifelong passion, railways, railway preservation and writing.
I hope this rabid dribbling of an old Swintonian brings back as many memories to you as it has for me.
Now I've got no excuse not to join the Old Boy's Association.
Regards to all.
KIT (Keep In Touch)
The 1st photo is of Kev Parrott & Dave Badlan sitting/stood
by my old Austin A35 in the pub car park down Park Lane on the day we received
our A level results.
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Hi Martyn,
Very many thanks for your quick reply. I will certainly follow up the leads you mention. I was born in Prestwich and we lived in Whitefield, off Dales Lane, just near the School and when in left Stand I worked in Manchester for a while and then in 1951 immigrated to Southern Rhodesia (Zimbabwe), didn't like it and came to Australia in 1952 and have lived here since then. I have been back to the UK a few times but the last time I saw Stand was in 1973 when it appeared to be much as it was when I was there.It was only recently I discovered the School had been closed and of course extremely sad to read about the demolition on the website. Progress????
Thanks you for your suggestion about the Annual Dinner, the last one I went to was, I think, in 1948. We shall have to see what we can do about attending one again.
My kindest regards, John Scholes
Gidday Martyn
I saw on your site you were one of the Selva travelers. I went also but cannot remember the others except a guy called Glen Boardman from Ainsworth and vaguely some older guys. It was a great time in my life, young Lancashire lad, and one of the few where I have gone without potatoes for more than a week. I have some photos somewhere and will try to dig them out. I am very impressed with the SGS boxing team1955 on your site.
Do you know who or where the award boards went from SGS when it was demolished? Funny reading the emails on the school. It appears all those who hated it when students and would have loved to pulled it down themselves, are the most concerned now, whereas I see no upsets from the Aspins, Nortleys and Parkinsons.
Tara from down under
David Crompton
Hello Martyn
I have been put in touch with the ex Stand Grammar School Website by Alan
Engmann. We were both at
Stand at the same time,and by a complete fluke, my uncle Peter happened
to stumble on the site,and contacted Alan,
who then put two and two together and came up with the common denominator
of Bramah .I would be very grateful if you
could include my e-mail address on the "register".It may be more convenient
to use the address;
steve@scbsystems.com.
Regards
Steve Bramah (1968-72)
Drose 36258@aol.com for Dave Rose. Seems that it must be the real old timers that hang around this board. I don't remember anyone. I finished Stand 1980. Am I one of the youngest?
Hi Martyn
Just came across the Stand Grammar site and reading the messages makes me feel old, probably because I am old. I was at stand from 1953 to 60 with Stan Black, Howard Jacobson, Lawrence Rickless, John Heilpern, David Mycock, Aubrey Isaacson.My brother Neville was there from 1956 and he still lives in Prestwich village. I remember Willie P , Joe Whit(history)and does anyone remember Mr. Payton (fuzzy wuzzy was a bear?).
I played piano in a rock and roll group with Stan Black (Guitar.) caleed Tony Thompson and the Ramrocks (I suppose I was a ramrock). I qualified as a Pharmacist at Liverpool and now in the Isle of Man and a member of the Government in the Trade and Industry Department and Chairman of the Isle of Man Film Commission.One of the 'perks' is attending the Cannes Film Festival.
I would love to hear from anyone in my year who is still alive.
Best wishes to everyone
My e-mail address is leonard.singer@gov.im
Hello Martyn, I am the younger brother of Ian (who put me on to your website). I am now living in Brisbane with my new family and am just coming to terms with the heat !! It would be good to hear from anyone who remembers me especially the ones in Austalia! My final year there was I think 1975/6
Thanks
Martyn
Hope you are well.
Yes I've seen the gym picture of 1C. A bit dodgy for these PC
days. Watching the Ricky Gervais fight on television recently, reminded
me of your infamous bout with Chris Garlick. In the local paper about
6 months ago it reported that a Chris Garlick had unfortunately passed
away. Have you received any further information regarding Chris?
Cheers
John
Hall
From: LOGANIC@aol.com
Hi martin just a note really I'm using a friends email address. I was talking to Ian Oster about or old school days and we were wondering what happened to Tony Rowley the last I heard he went off to Barnsley. If you know will you let me know please.
many thanks
Dear Martyn,
found your site today. Knew the school had been demolished since passing by this xmas while staying with my mother. Mixed emotions but seeing the demolition pictures was like seeing a bit of my past being demolished!
Thanks for doing all this. I always meant to join the Old Standians but never got around to it. This time I will. Obviously a select group of people now. Phil Hargreaves seems to be keeping well. I was hopeless at gym but I managed to avoid that old gym shoe most of the time. My best memories of SGS are of Les Lumley, my physics teacher. He was a brilliant teacher and a really impressive bloke.
Any old class mates are welcome to get in touch. (I left in 1968).
regards
Kevin (http://www.gre.ac.uk/~pa10/
Prof Kevin Parrott
University of Greenwich
Computing and Mathematical Sciences
<A.K.Parrott@gre.ac.uk>
Old Royal Naval College, Park Row, Greenwich,
London
SE10 9HA
U.K.
Martyn,
Do you have a means of helping me to ascertain whether an old school friend is still alive? His name is James (Jim) Sandiford, SGS 1940s vintage (NB now located - Martyn). I know that sounds a bit of an imposition, but I have read online that he was on a list of committee members for 2001, but I can't recreate the place where I saw that. Spoke to David Haywood, Golf Assoc., but he couldn't help. He suggested Tony Wilding of Bury, but I don't know his e-mail address or phone number.
For my sins, I am attempting to name all the 459 faces on the 1946 photograph (premature senility setting in?) and I am down to the last 61 anonymous visages, resorting to barrel-scraping to determine whether I can advance my cause. Not that I am expecting a miracle from such a venerable soul as Jim Sandiford, but I would kick myself if he had an untapped source of info. and I had not tried harder to find him.
An unhelpful rumour was telling me that he was - er - up in that ever-threatening quod in the sky, but I don't like rumour. Can you suggest whom I might approach to find him? (Hopefully not big G!)
Regards,
Peter Bramah (1940-47)
After a long chat with an old "Standian" who I had not seen for nearly half a century, I was told that there was a "Stand" Website, much to my horror and amazement. Lo and behold, I saw a picture of my old classmate Roger Hodgkinson, and my cousin Stuart Kershaw on another photo. This re-kindled a lot of memories, (mainly bad), and I was surprised to see some names that I recognised on your "links" pages, and I have E-mailed a couple of them. I left in 1962, after many a year of torture, and some of the names that I remember were, Raymond Donn, Harold Morley, Ellis Santhouse, David Hack, Roger Hogkinson. Were there any class records ever left anywhere ( not that I wish to be reminded of any academic ability), but the class names would be interesting?? Unfortuntely, I do not have anything from that period to contribute - be it good or bad!!..I will keep have a look in now and again, and see what turns up.
You can put me on the links page if you wish, to add to your long list, and maybe I will get a couple of E-mails. thanks a lot...
Regards..
Stephen Gilbert, left in 1962 without looking back!
Dear Martyn,
thanks for putting this thing together. I hope the site continues to thrive and that you continue to be arsed to post peoples' contributions. This is my first post, although I previously had the unfortunate task of alerting you to the demise of Ian 'Jez' Levine, one of your most erudite and funny contributors. Sadly, my generation of 'Old Standians' (I'm sorry, but I hate all the old institutional crap) also had to bid farewell to Derek Greenfield (Greeny, Shanks etc.) two years ago, the victim of a cataclysmic brain insult. Two great blokes, it would be nice to hear some insightful & hilarious stories from their old classmates (I only hooked up with them in the sixth form, when SGS was no more).
In response to 'Pele' - the joke band that played illicit gigs in the canteen & elsewhere (circa '78) was, embarassingly, called Wahoo! The line-up was 'Woody' ( .... Wood, forget his first name) a bespectacled keyboard player who modelled himself on Dave Brubeck; Gary 'Guz' Hayes, a disturbingly talented psychopathic behemoth who provided the musical brains - that I guess he must have inherited from his mum, as his dad was a notorious dog breeder cum wrestler ('Judo’ Chunky Hayes') and myself, Mark Horrocks, at that time known as 'Oz'. I wrote 'lyrics' to Guz Hayes' tunes, mainly teenage angst, toilet humour & thinly veiled anti-Stand polemics. I vividly remember Tabs Hunter waggling his stumps helplessly from the back of a packed canteen in a vain attempt to curtail our fun. He didn't stand a chance as we'd locked the back door and his way from the front was deliberately blocked by a horde of revolutionary, nihilistic sixth formers (don't forget that this was at the height of punk). The expletive ridden faecal anthem 'the toilet song' ( .. brown stains on the bowl where the mighty turds lie .. ) was one of our most popular numbers, alongside 'the USA' referred to by Pele.
That'll do for now. By the way, does anybody know what happened to Paul Maloney? He was a very bright redhead - always top in science subjects; we used to hang out together most of the time (I think he planned to train as a dentist)
Hello Martyn,
I've just been looking through your SGS website again, and saw the part regarding "weekly report" comments. The best that I ever remembered was by A J Frith (johnny) who, early on in the week wrote "a dim start". Later on he added "followed by total darkness" Fortunately, he was not writing about me! "Johnny Frith" was in charge of the cross country running team for many years, during which time it enjoyed much success, and in one year ,probably 1964 the team won every match of the year. He used to ride around on a bike which was always known as the green flash! He would have been quite young at the time and I often wonder where he is now, and if he even knows about the website.
I will make a definite effort to attend the annual re union this year,
Kind Regards,
Hi there Martyn.
I just registered on the Friends Reunited site and was truly amazed to find so many old friends from my days at Stand. I started the same year as you in 1967 in 1P. Just reading some of the info on the site has stirred some old memories.
How well I recall some of the teachers and it seems some of them had as lasting an impression on others as well... who could forget Haggis or "killer" crouchley and the reference to Britten the music teacher... oh so true...
I recall Baz Brooks telling me that there was no way on this earth that I would pass my CSE in Maths.. something to do woth a minor detail of never handing in a piece of homework and being double booked in detention for a large portion of my 4th year.... so I got a grade 1 CSE just to spite him...
Good to see a site in memory of the old school.
Regards
Does anyone remember the lads from Swinton?
They used to catch the No 13 bus. Occasionally, they were known to "cadge a lift" home (to Swinton) from Benjy. There were at least 3 of them, as I remember..
"Sam Maguire" I sure that I've got his surname wrong. Sam sadly passed away not long after we had left Stand.
"’Somebody’ Cooke". I can't for the hell of me remember his first name.
And likewise ..."’somebody’ Hobson". We were in 1S together and the subsequent S's. He nutted me one day for something I did, but can't remember why he did it. I know that I deserved it though!
If anyone has any contact with them, please pass it along.
Regards
ps I've remembered the names.. Sam McGurk, Jonathon Cooke, and Anthony (Tony) Hobson.
dear martin, congratulations as the site goes from strength to strength.
I've enjoyed some of the contributions immensely
and would like to add one of my own.Some time ago someone enquired
as to the identity of a teacher known as "ken ben
len."Like an earlier contributor i can confirm his name was Whitworth
and he taught physics. The reason i'm so sure is
that he once took me to Hudson because i said physics was crap.My reward
from Hudson was six strokes of the cane
which i thought was a bit rich even for the seventies! As one who now
earns a living by trying to bring enlightenment
(amongst other things) to 11-16 year olds i can only suggest that if
we adopted the same policy today there'd be a
shortage of bamboo. Got to go, unexpected visitors. Keep up the good
work, Paul Prendergast 1973-78
Excellent website--I must say that I was very sorry to read and see the old school has been demolished. I've re-lived many experiences from reading through the Terms submissions and thought I should make a contribution.
I started my life forming experience at Stand in 1964 in 1A (Kershaw was the form teacher), then went onto 2B (Fletcher), 3A (Garret?) 4M (Crouchley), 5A (Bent), 6AE &7AE (Revie)
The salient recollections include a prefect called Trounce who was probably a transplant from Tom Brown’s school days
Cedric "pay attention laddie" Cheetham took us for metal work and later for engineering drawing
Brian (Rocker) Jensen A level chemistry. Made us analyse some awful organic compound which inevitably got on our hands and left a smell like something you would avoid treading in. Other people on the bus home were convinced it was on someone’s shoes! Rocker thought it was very amusing.
Harry (Worth) Walker, took us for arithmetic in 1A and for science in
2B (& 3A?) I don't think that I've seen anyone else refer to him. He
had this crazy system of awarding points for the correct answer to classroom
questions. At some stage lessons moved on to the fermentation process,
which naturally led to talk of beer. Somehow he ended up accepting a challenge
for us to brew beer and the best would be awarded mega points. Within a
week several enterprising people had
been down to the office licence and re-bottled John Brown best and
past it off as their own. 50 points for that, lad, excellent
taste! How did you do it...?
Wimpey Longstaff who got in such a rage because 1A couldn't sing some stupid note that he threw a tuning fork across the class. Bodies parted like the Red Sea as the fork spiralled through the air and impaled itself in a desk lid.
Geoff (Gerhard) Bent German teacher. Not seen any mention of him. I thought he was one of the better teachers. I can remember him whacking people across the head with the text book when they failed to get the correct ending to a verb or adjective.
Best maths teacher must be Fred Hill (who I only had in the upper 6th) Fantastic tales of the troubles in Abyssinia, but more importantly taught us the technique to pass the "Pentagon’s tests"
Toseland (Uncle Fester) must have been the worst teacher ever. Had him for 3 years—unlucky or what?
Cross country running and cutting off the corner on the Carter's Hill
course by running around the perimeter of the Jewish cemetery. On one occasion
with Ken Parkes and Chris Leach we jokingly thumbed a lift from a passing
labourer on a dumper. He stopped for us and we had chugged along for a
fair distance. Who remembers bouncing the steamed up car that was parked
on the course one day? Couldn't see the couple inside for condensation,
but I'm sure that we added to
their special moment!
The day someone painted f**k off Barnes in four feet high white paint across the front of the school. I can picture the culprit, but can’t remember his name. At a subsequent prefects' meeting Tab Hunter was discussing pupil behaviour and commented that thankfully the majority "don’t go round painting f**k orff" on the building.
On balance it was a good school; a life forming experoience as they say!
I'm married with 2 daughters and living in Devon where I have an engineering management post in the water industry. Would welcome news from former classmates.
The E-mail address is geoff@breckin21.freeserve.co.uk
My name is Mark Christopher Bolton and after much traveling i have made my home in Wellington, New Zealand . I am now 42 yrs old , so i was a pupil at Stand Grammar School in the early to mid seventies . Although most of my time at the school was spent trying to avoid the bullies and steer clear of the various forms of corporal punishment from the teachers , i am still very proud that i attended Stand Grammar School . A friend here in N.Z. actually put me on to checking up on school websites in the U.K. and to my surprise and pleasure i found your site. I was in Ragdale house and as a new arrival to the school i was greeted by haggis as my form teacher , a hell of a shock i can tell you . I have two ' endearing ' memories of him , on the first games day of my time at Stand , he gave me the gym pump ' Percy ' , in front of the whole year on a freezing cold day , because my mother had bought me slightly the wrong colour in soccer socks , what a travesty !
The second incident occurred when i held my geog homework in to him having spent about 4 hours drawing a temperate map of Africa , it looked resplendent with all it's colours ! Not good enough for him , he put a huge line through it because i hadn't done my corrections from the night before , i was gutted ! I have countless stories from my time at the school , partly due to a photographic memory i have and i would be very keen to hear from any of the guys who went through the school with me during this period , you have my permission to pass on my e- mail address to anyone who wants to link up .
One of the more unpleasant sides to my time at Stand , were several
confusing and distasteful encounters with Mr. Britten , the music
teacher at the time . In an effort to retain my dignity and through sheer
embarrassment i never uttered a word to anyone for all these years , apart
from my wife of course . I think to encourage humor on this subject is
in bad taste , i was lucky.... as i am of strong character and a very confident
professional here in the Antipodes . I won't go into too much
detail but i think as teacher who is supposed to demand respect and
set an example from his pupils , he was a disgrace ! If he was teaching
in these modern times and especially here in N.Z. he would be in jail !
I'm not bitter about what happen to me Martyn , time heals all , but
i'm dammed sure he mentally affected a hell of a lot of former pupils who
might not have been as strong as me . I'm sorry to have to shatter the
romance of the ' good old days ' , but i had to get it off my chest , i
hope you understand . As for the rest of the web site , top stuff
indeed , it caused the memories to come flooding back and there were some
good times , sneaking out to the deli at the bottom of Stand Lane at lunch
time for a ham bagel ( they were to die for ) , no contest compared
to the school canteen and it's mouldy frog spawn milk pudding ! I'll be
interested to receive any comments you might have concerning my e-mail
and i would love to hear from former pupils of my era , maybe there
is someone here in N.Z. , stranger things have
happened !
Thank you for your entertaining and informative site , i will check
it out for regular updates , but
please no more referrals to the 'fiddler ' , it really wasn't funny
at all .
Yours .......... Mark Bolton , P.O. Box
11445 Wellington , New Zealand .
Hi Martyn!
Just got an email from David Christmas in Oz, seems to be doing well with solar panels and things. I told him I had another story to tell...
The car park area was out of bounds, and so was a good meeting place
for skull duggery and putting stones in teachers hub caps (sorry sirs!).
I had made an arrangement with Dave Christmas to meet him there for reasons
which now escape me. Unfortunately he didn't show (he was far more sensible
than me) but Heinz (I think it was) did. "What are you doing here boy it's
out of bounds?"
"Waiting for Christmas, sir"
Yes I know... don't ask me why, but that's what I said not having completely
mastered the use of brain for communication purposes. To me it was perfectly
accurate and the truth, but to Dr Barnes who was by now hearing the story
from Heinz, and despite my protestations that it was David Christmas, not
actually "Christmas" that I was waiting for, pure insolence was rewarded
with pure pain... ouch!
Does anyone remember the nice black and white lizard we had in the Bio lab? ** It wasn't there for very long, and I know why... We were allowed in at dinner time because we were seen as sensible and old enough to behave like young gentlemen in the 5th year I think it was, gentlemen who used to get the mice out, gas them a little bit from those very useful gas taps just to make them groggy and to enhance their enjoyment at being whizzed along the entire length of one of the benches, great fun, just ask the mice! Nobody touched those bloody ugly froggy toad things with stitches on the sides, but just about everything else got a fair "airing" for exercise purposes of course. Out comes the nice new lizard. It was surprising how docile it was, hardly moved until suddenly the lizard realised that here was an opportunity to see the rest of the world. Now whether or not he did I can't honestly say, but once he'd legged it behind the heating pipes, he was never seen again. Dr Barnes announced rather sullenly next day that the lizard had mysteriously escaped and that we should be vigilant..
What about those things in glass cases on top of the cupboards? I can remember a two headed lamb, was it two headed or is that a false memory?
Well that's all for chapter 2. Naturally there's more, and your web site has really triggered some memories for me, some I'd rather have forgotten for good, maybe next time some bean spilling needs to take place? Anyone like singing...!
Hi to everyone who remembers me and keep up the excellent work Martyn.
Mark (Spud) Fletcher 1966 - 72 1c etc..
** I remember the lizard, and so does Doc
Barnes! I was at the Old Standians Dinner this year (2003) and was sat
opposite him. I mentioned the story about the missing lizard and how 'someone'
had accidentally been involved in liberating it and had admitted his involvement
after all this time. He remembered it because it caused him a good
deal of worry at the time as it turns out to have been not just any
old lizard, but a Gila Monster from Southern USA / Mexico, with an extremely
dangerous venomous bite! I don't know why he was so worried. The
pages I just looked up say that 'the bite is rarely fatal to humans'.
Perhaps it got into the sewers, has grown to ten feet long and will soon
start terrorising residents of the new housing estate!
Martyn
Gordon Simpson here class of 1980 id be interested to know if you or any of your readers have any copies of the standian circa 1976-1980 they could either lend or forward to me, and has anyone got an address for a certain Mr Philip hargreaves
many thanks
Hello Martyn.
Fabulous website.Just spent the best part of 6 hours looking thru the messages.I'm the younger brother of Ian. Can you put my e-mail address on your list its haynev @aol.com I was at Stand from 1970-1975 and would be interested in hearing from anyone who remembers me.
Many Thanks
I attended SGS from 74-79 and am now living in Southsea, Hants.Your site is great. Brought back some good memories. Shame about the school and sorry I wasn't on line before now to attend re-unions.I would love to be able to get in touch with some of my old mates. Do you have any more names and addresses that are not on line?
Dear Martyn
I've not communicated for some time, mainly because I think I have exhausted my memories of the "good old days"
I still regularly look at the site and am pleased that you have so many contributors, I am still surprised that I seem to be the only one from my year, unless my memory is fading and I've forgotten people's names - forty years on (since I left in 1962)
Anyway I have found the following websites that may be of interest to everyone, I think I might have sent you the Whitefield one previously but they seem to have tidied it up and there is also a link to SGS, pity they can't spell Grammar correctly on the linked page.
Interesting that the Guide has information about the history of Prestwich.
http://www.prestwichguide.fsnet.co.uk/
http://www.geocities.com/whitefieldudc/#index
Again, well done with the website
Kind regards
Wiping the tear from my eye after finding your heart-warming site, at last something useful on the web.
Mark Fletcher (SPUD), age 46 sorry 47 next week, bugger, and I think if my mafs serves me right I was at Stand 1966 to I think 1972. 1st year was 1C like you Martyn, and yes I've got stories to tell just like everyone else, but how come everyone claims to have been caned regularly, were we really that bad? Dr Barnes will confirm please.
Ah yes Haggis, sorry, Mr Hargreaves. My fondest memory on my very first day at school as he may or may not remember was, waiting in the changing room, nice clean uniforms, nice new pump bags, nice labels stitched to all items, when the doors flew open and this barrel chested white haired git stood to attention in front of us. Now me being like everyone else, fresh from primary didn't know about the environment in which we now found ourselves, and names were something you used loosely at best, particularly calling people Mr. So when he asked the silent group of 1c on our first ever lesson on our first ever day "You all know me boys don't you? You boy?" his finger seemed to be pointing at me, yes it definitely was cos nobody else volunteered a name... "Haggis" I replied. I'm not sure if everyone laughed because it was a nervous reaction or whether they had somehow arrived at Stand fully equipped with the rules of engagement for a grammar school, but I most certainly wasn't, nor did I fully understand why his name was not indeed Haggis but Mr Hargreaves as he eloquently pointed out to me with a smile I will always remember, rather like Hannibal Lecter / Jaws. That set my fate with Haggis for the rest of my stay in (no longer) Stand(ing) Towers. Given a bad lead there I thought, best wise up fast, but I didn't as I bungled into one nightmare after another.
I stole Percy, yes me. Percy the pump, because I was sick of Percy paying particular interest in my arse, so I took him and triumphantly presented him to my eager and astounded friends whilst ceremoniously attempting to burn him at the bottom of the field where we had a No 6 at break but burn he would not, so he was doomed to the rail track. Everyone was extremely impressed I thought and I felt elevated to stardom but it was short lived. Now why didn't it occur to me that he'd know it was our class, and that you'd all crack so easily when he lined us all up and introduced us to his new friend... Percy 2. "It was Fletcher sir" you all screamed in complete and utter unified panic, the only time the school choir to my knowledge was ever able to attach the notion of timing to a tune and the correct words pitch etc Bengy would have been so impressed if he wasn't busy groping some poor kid (yes we all got that by the piano didn't we boys, story later) so Percy 2 was christened on my spread-eagled buttocks against the horse.
I haven't read all the stories yet but I'm sure Haggis's accuracy with the cold water hose in the showers will have been covered, needless to say I have an aversion to washing my car with no clothes on just in case he's in the neighbourhood.
Oh I could go on and on.. and I will eventually, but not in this email, it will take too long. It's fabulous seeing all those stories, reading about peoples time at that awful place. I didn't have a good time, but it was probably my fault, and you know what, despite Haggis's attention to the pain factor, I realised later in life he did have a sense of humour as well as a sadistic bent and it really was good to see the old bastard sitting looking so healthy in your pic. I wonder if he remembers me. As for Bengy Britten, I'll cover him in another email, it'll take a good few pages, as will events and golden memories like David Christmas and his lust for the English language. He just had that certain something that very few are blessed with so I'll end with the only verse I can remember that he wrote in a poem about our life at Stand for an English lesson..
Yesterday we had gym
and the best at gym
is Jim
Hard to believe he could only have been about 12 / 13
Hope you're keeping well old Shakespearian bard David!
Best wishes to all and hope someone remembers me to send an email If you want to know what I do, take a look at my web sites at:-
www.manchesterplay.org
www.cybertales.co.uk
Congrats on a brill site Martyn and I will keep in touch, hopefully attending a future do..
Mark (Spud) Fletcher 1966 - 72
I've just finished reading through your website and the memories have come, well, stumbling back. My name's Peter Brown but most people will remember me as 'Pele'. This nickname was a hangover from my primary school days and became a bit of a millstone around my neck. Denholm must have been disappointed as I never delivered on the football pitch!
I came across your website by some strange fluke of circumstance. My wife works for an insurance company and one day she took a call from somebody down south. Always endeavouring to build rapport, she latched on to the caller's northern accent who then went on to explain that he was originally from Whitefield. The conversation developed and, obviously, SGS and me came into it. It turned out that the caller was Digger Prendergast and here I am courtesy of his car insurance. I can't quite place Digger but I remember the name.
My sentence lasted from 1973 to 1980 and I was in Phillips house along with Mark Barlow ('Scruff') and Darrell Horn (imaginatively nicknamed 'Daz') who have already contributed. Although I hated school, it wasn't SGS's fault and I have fond memories of the place. Now that it's been knocked down, I feel that a slice of me has gone and somebody has meddled with my past without checking with me. I now live in Rossendale but I pass the place from time to time and, in fact, I parked briefly outside the housing development the other day and bored my daughter rigid explaining the significance of the site. She just wanted to go to McDonalds!
Speaking of Rossendale, I think Babs Bunting must live nearby as I see her in Rawtenstall from time to time. She's looking well actually and she must have been about twelve when she taught us!
Some of the other teachers I can remember:
Smethurst ('Smelly') - "Slipper? Slipper? Who's got a slipper?". Double maths was a nightmare!
Swift ('Jasper') - can't remember any catchphrases but he was a brilliant teacher. The other teachers must have been pissed off that Maths dominated our time so much though. He used to commute from Glossop by train, which impressed me at the time.
Cheetham ('Cedric') - "You just can't be bothered." "You're looking but not seeing." "Go and stand under the clock." He was right as it turns out but we didn't realise it at the time. As well as his scooter, he drove an old Humber car that looked like a tank.
Towey (??) - "Read, learn, mark and inwardly digest pages x to y". Particularly adept at striking somebody down with a board duster.
McCafferty ('Paddy') - "P -a - r - l - i - ament". "Pass smelly farm". The 'slippering the whole year' incident on the tennis courts sticks vividly in my mind.
Heinz ('Hairy') - "Stop playing with your nasal refuse you disgusting individual!"
Whitworth ('Ken Ben Len') - "Just get on with it!". During one memorable lesson, we decided to covertly (so we thought) move somebody's bag around the classroom from person to person. Ken had reached the end of his tether when it reached me and he practically ripped my head off! In the same lesson, Creepy (Crawley) was sent to The Beak to explain why he'd shouted "Some twat's nicked me pen!" in the middle of the bag moving incident.
Birch ('Willy'?) - "In your notes, repeating, in your notes, repeating, in your notes.....". The things I remember about biology were the sex education films, which was a bit like watching a pathe news reel; those strange pumps that use to whirl around aerating the aquariums and potassium permanganate, which we used to persuade worms to come out of the ground. Why?
Cain ('Kwai Chang Cain') - "Do you want a cloot, lad?". Had twenty foot long hairy arms. "Kwai", "Chang" and "Cain" used to echo around the classroom, disguised as coughing.
Hargreaves ('Haggis' of course) - "Four teams go!” Used to make us walk around the showers in a circle and sprayed us with cold water. Hmmm.
Jones (Miss) (don't think she had a nickname) - she was nice but could be tough when she wanted to. Andrew Mellon ('George' after George Melly) was required to sit at her desk for every French lesson. He always came suitably attired with funny mask, monster glove, pretend vomit etc and took every opportunity to frighten the hell out of her.
Crouchley ('Killer') - no catchphrase springs to mind but he looked like Christopher Lee in Dracula guise.
The ones we fancied - Miss Holland (I think), the Art teacher. She looked like the blond girl out of Abba. There was an English teacher with black hair but I can't remember her name and a French assistant that we all adored.
Others worth mentioning: Hunter ('Tabs'); Martin ('Doc'); Shuttleworth ('Shuttlecock'); Clarke ('Clanger'); a collection of Murrays; a couple of Brookes; Revie ('Don'); Greaves ('Digger'); Jones ('Iggy'); Wood ('Chippy'); Slack (he did Classics but he might have been the RE teacher that Scruff was referring to); Russell ('Rob'); Smith ('Al') and many more lurking in the dark recesses of my brain but I can't manage to dredge them up. Was Jenny Saunders the one that wore about 5 gallon of perfume?
I think I've exhausted that now so here's some other incidents/things I can remember about SGS:
The Ecky Thump incident - I was there and it was brilliant!
Murder in the Red Barn. The lead character did a brilliant take on Freddie Mercury.
Severs ('Slavers') falling on his face in the gym and smashing his front teeth.
The fat tie competition. The result was that the knot was about two inches long and the remaining 15 yards of material was stuffed inside your shirt. I've still got my tie and my daughter wore it recently to a Harry Potter party! We tied it in the conventional manner.
Me laughing so much on the trampoline that my false tooth fell out and proceeded to jump alongside me!
Me swallowing my false tooth while I was eating my dinner and Doc Martin sticking his fingers down my throat trying to induce vomiting! He eventually took me to Bury General half comatose.
Only stiffs carried their briefcases by the handle. The cool guys carried it in their arms like a sack of spuds.
Me singing 'Voulez Vous' in a stupid voice at the bridge club not realising that Don Revie was behind me. Similarly, I told a fellow pupil to "Get stuffed", or words to that effect, when he was cribbing my work by peering over my shoulder, only to discover it was Paddy McCafferty. Luckily, he saw the funny side and I got away with it!
Sneaking into the downstairs loo (opposite side of the entrance hall to Cedric's metalwork shop) at lunchtime. Here we re-enacted scenes from Monty Python, Reginald Perrin, Fawlty Towers etc.
Speech Night at the Free Trade Hall because I walked on the same stage that Bowie and Mick Ronson had graced some months earlier. (Well, it excited me at the time.) 'Timtishun' (can't spell his name, loads of Cs, Ys and Zs) won everything!
Changing the words to the school song to "Guard your arses, Iggy's here".
Being victimised by Clanger because I had a spiky haircut. He accused me of being a punk. The situation deteriorated further when I explained I wasn't, I was a Bowie freak!
The lad a year or two older than me that had a grey Mallen streak in his hair, a bit like Dickie Davies.
The classrooms surrounding the hall had little raised stages and we'd often move the teacher's table right to the very edge so that whenever the teacher sat on it, the whole thing would go flying. This treatment was usually reserved for new student teachers and never employed on the Clangers, Smellys, Toweys of the world.
The pop concerts we organised in the canteen when we were in the sixth form. I can't remember what the band was called but we all loved singing along to 'Another Brick in the Wall'. Another favourite was the self-penned 'USA' which was an acronym for the Upper Study Area - the mezzanine bit they built over the hall when the school was converted to a sixth form college.
And I think that's probably it. I could possibly dredge up some more memories but they'd probably wouldn't be of much interest.
Anybody reading this could be forgiven for thinking that Phillips house spent their entire school lives carrying out practical jokes and taking the piss out of the teachers. It wasn't like that. We had a laugh like any other school kids but there was also a lot of hard work and dedication from pupils and teachers alike and we received a first class education. I, for one, am very proud that I attended SGS and wouldn't have had it any other way.
I've managed to retrieve some documents from an old scrap book of mine. I've attached them in .tif format and I hope you can make use of them. The first one is the Daily Mirror article on the Ecky Thump incident. Say no more! The second is a review of Murder in the Red Barn from the Radcliffe Times and the third, which is perhaps the most interesting, is an article on Tabs from the TV Times. Yes, the TV Times! This was written when Nightingale's Boys was broadcast and draws parallels between the TV production and Tabs' class of '49. What is striking for me is that, not only does Tabs' class of '49 sound very much like my own, some 25 years later, but after another 25 years there's a another bunch of men approaching middle-age and repeating the 'Whatever happened to ...?' inquiry.
Best of luck with the website.
Ian Niven here. I was an inmate between 1963 and 1970. I came across your site fairly recently, and this was where I learned that SGS is no more. It brought back many memories to read the site.
Like many of your correspondents, the same names spring to mind:
Haggis, Hynes, Longstaffe, Britten. Why do we all remember them, when there were many more deserving of memory. I may have wondered about the quality of teaching at times, but compared to the science "education" my children have had, Keith Reavey and Brien Crossfield did a fine job. I have to admit that in many respects the school was in a time warp.
I remember the "Red Flag" being run up the flagpole one fine day, and a special assembly to castigate us all, after which Hairy Hynes "educated" us all for a period on the subject of practical jokes. It all seems a long time ago, which it was.
I went on from Stand to study Chemistry at Imperial College, and then on to UMIST for a PhD. I have since worked in industry at Unilever, on Merseyside. I have maintained my allegiance to Man. Utd. all these years despite much aggravation from the locals!
I married Gillian (nee Newgrosh), ex of Stand Girls school in 1977, and we have 3 children: Karn, Deborah and Michael. The girls are both away at University, and Michael is in Year 9 (3rd form).
Regards to anyone from my era who remembers me, and thanks Martyn for the site.
With Kind Regards,
Alan McGilvray
PS Did "killer" Crouchley have more than one suit??
Please add my name to your site. I was at Stand from 1967 to 1974.
I had an uproarious time reading the site. The
memories it brought back are so vivid. Yes all the teachers were
sadists, mad or have been completely forgotten. Some
years ago Jock Weir's daughter appeared as a temp at my place of work.
She later surfaced as a native eco warrior
protesting up a tree against the Manchester Airport Second runway.
regards
I am the 'Barnes-no news' as referred to in one of the letters on your site. I have tried to add an entry, but for some reason it will not allow me to do so. I am contacting Peter Berning, Peter Snipe and Danny Weidenbaum through friends reunited, which is where I spotted your site. They are all contempories of mine. I'll be in touch.
Chris Barnes: Radcliffe, 1967 - 1974
From the 1950s does anyone remember the English teacher " Joe" Ogden ? For those days he had quite an unorthodox teaching style almost human at times. I remember him giving us colour blindness tests - no I don't know why! He also used to tell us about his days before teaching. I’m not sure how true this is but he reckoned he'd been confined to a mental hospital but had escaped and regained his freedom after staying hidden for whatever was the requisite period in those days. His son was John Ogden, the pianist, who came to school one afternoon and gave us a performance. We were all extremely bored , I regret to say.
I was a pupil at Stand until the summer of 1959.
I was in 6LA in 1978 and 7LA in 1979 and I feel I and the rest of the form owe an apology to Mr Schlesinger (French) for making his life hell. We were based in the huts at the back of the gym near the playground and carried out some rotten tricks when "Slaz" used to come to take the register each morning. Crimes included:
Unscrewing the door form its hinges but leaving it in situ. When Slaz pushed it fell flat shattering the glass. Piling all the furniture up in the centre of the room and exiting by the fire door so that all Slaz found was an empty room Emptying the dry powder fire extinguishers onto the floor and again exiting via the fire door so there was a mysterious lack of footprints Stealing the wheels of David End's Marlboro mini Smashing the windows in the old huts with a pin pong ball (honest!)
I can't remember which incident got me suspended during my mock "A" levels but I am eternally grateful for the revision time. I would never have passed without the time off!
And so to the song, this was made up by someone (?) and sung to Slaz. He subsequently went off long term sick with a nervous breakdown (no joke). It is to the tune of the Floral Dance:
We're in a class in a grammar school
We're in class and the teacher's a fool
We're in 6LA and every day
We start the day in the same old way
Slaz comes in, the light goes on
And then we sing the same old song
Allez Allez Allez Le Slaz
Allez Le Slaz and Allez Le Slaz
I am sure there was more. Can anyone remember the rest?
Also does anyone know where my mate from years 4 and 5 is. His name is Tim Sunderland, he moved to Frodsham in about 1977 and I'd really like to know what happened to him.
Regards
Howard Joseph
Sales Director
McGuffie Brunton Limited
Tel +44 161 876 4498
Fax +44 161 876 4502
Email: hjoseph@mcguffie.co.uk
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I came across this web site by chance and was sad ( Pleased?) to see the place where I learnt more about life than education being pulled down. I was at Stand from 1960 to 1966 an inmate of Clive House and it is terrifing to remember teachers names who still cause me to shake and tremble. My worst memory is being chased by Firth on his green bike through the dark on a Cross country run detention (could never remember dates) with the words “keep running like that and I will have you in the cross country team”. I moved away almost as soon as I left school, lure of the big smoke and an overseas life and have only been back a couple of times since. Lost touch with most of the lunatics who managed to avoid being prefects and the like and was sadden to see so few names from this period on your list.
Will send the ten pounds but unlikely to make reunions for a while as I am currently working in East Africa and will be for the next two years.
Will keep reading the site. Good luck with it all
Mike (Hamster) Hammond 1960-66
I came across the SGS website recently one lunch time and was suprised to see so little from anyone who was there between 1953 and 1958. The photograph of the boxing club in the late 50s contained some of the only names I can recall.
There has been no mention on the site of Howard Jacobson (author) who has a regular column in Saturday’s Independent. He and his pals seem to spend most of their spare time hogging the table tennis table which was in the first floor washroom. No one else could ever get a game. Most of the masters who taught me Have been mentioned on the site except I think for Ivor Jones(what are doing in MY woodworkshop boy. No mention anywhere of games of Pitch and Toss behind the woodwork shop.
Most of my school friends came on the bus and train from Middleton. Some I recall were Brian Lee, Dave Leach, Ian McDowell, Rodney Applewhite and other whose names I forget. In my first year there were three Browns, initials J (from Swinton), R.S.(from Whitefield) and myself J.G. after leaving SGS in 1958 I worked in local government until 1974 and then spent 25 years as a Trade union Official with NALGO (now Unison) in Taunton until I was offered a large brown envelope. I now work as an employment consultant in Barnstaple, North Devon.
To end, a story about Joe Bog. One day I lost my ruler but immediately found another which I duly kept. At the next English lesson everyone was interrogated by him as to who had stolen his ruler. It could be recognised because it had red ink stains along its edge. I had that ruler. I took it home and it never saw the light of day at SGS.
Great site. My Stand era 1940-1945. Now retired living in Breaston,
Derbys. In touch with Jim Henaughan and Bob Chadwick (same
era). O.S.Football Club news of interest.
brought back many memories and lots of laughs, unfortunately I was on the other side attempting to teach you lot. Interesting to see myself described as one of those who had idleness off to an art form. But good to be described as one of the younger and more trendy teachers - we are talking early 70s here - though Robert Holt did get my name wrong - it's Bradshaw not Chadwick, but memories fade.
Sad to see the old place demolished. It's where I began my teaching career - which I have since escaped from.
Anyway, keep up the good work
Regards
Keith Bradshaw
History, PE 1971-79
Mountaineering club with Killer Crouchley
Hi Martyn,
Is Haggis still alive ? That man made my life a misery for two years. Once in his Geography lesson he stood up and said " Rowley go and wash your face, it's filthy" and gestured towards his top lip. I went in the bog and had a wash, looked in the mirror and realised what the old git was banging on about: it was my first year bumfluff bangers n mash. What an idiot.
Another master (ha ha) who made my life hell just for one year was Smelly. One day we were due for a test in maths and the grey haired assassin was waiting for us with our foolscap neatly arranged in a lovely spiral so just to wind him up I grabbed a piece from halfway down and screwed his spiral up. He promptly whacked me 5 times for this most heinous of crimes.
A great detention session was had by all when me and Stan (Paul) Cavanagh nicked two bags of polystyrene atom building balls from the chemistry labs and handed them out before Baz Brooks got in the room. On Stan's signal Mr. Brooks was bombarded with about five hundred of said projectiles and uttered the immortal (and foolish) line: "if I see one more of those , you're all in detention next week". That was met with howls of laughter and five hundred more "atoms". Brilliant.
On all the sites i've been on no one has mentioned Speech Night at the Free Trade Hall. It was a riot every year. We used to catch the train. It was full of SGS "gentlemen" in uniform throwing each others stuff out of the windows. Sensational. I got whacked off Chemi Biff for singing the "na na na" bit in between words of the national anthem and for eating a Polo mint.
The best teacher, ever, at Stand was Jasper (Mr Swift) but boy could he inflict pain on yo ass. Rumour has it that he walked from his home in Glossop, along the train lines, to Whitefield when the trains were off due to snow.
Don't remember you, but mate, this is a great site.
Antony Rowley SGS 77-82
Hi Martyn,
Here's a few more treasured memories of my time at Stand.
Circa 1980: Pete Coyle's "irrigation channel" dug with a shovel from a huge puddle on the back field down to Hairy's Pond, flooding said water course on to the railway embankment.
Spending the quid for my OS map on toffees then lying to Haggis that I'd paid him weeks ago and getting away with it. How many lads managed to hoodwink Haggis over the years?
Watching Simon Goodwin's face when Babs Bunting informed him that she owed him forty seven whacks for crap homework. The little worm got away with it by running out and phoning mummy in tears. He should meet up with Babs now and take his punishment like a man.
Still, to this day, when I write a date I do "dotty dates" like Haggis told us all to do all those years ago.
Getting a grilling from Jock Weir for not being ticked off the list at Phillips Park Hall car park. I got there and set off back to School before any teachers had got there.
Watching with much amusement as Crouchley hit Andy Parr on the back on the hand with the edge of a metal ruler and drawing blood for laughing at Adam Waters because he didn't know where the Phillipines are. Andy Parr would have got Thousands for that today.
Mr. Hunter (not Tabs) showing us how Hydrogen relights a glowing splint by sticking said splint into to a conical flask of Hydrogen and blowing the flask into a million pieces all over the room.
Phyisics teacher Stevie Fenwick doing the hilarious "Dissolve your own eyeballs with Sulphuric acid fumes" trick. David Blaine should use it in his routine.
Strange looking teachers. There was one c.1981 called Peter Sellars who looked remarkably like a stoat. Jasper, enough said. My favourite was Derek Beresford who took third year Maths set one in 79/80. He used to wear the same dark green trousers and dogtooth jacket every day, his hairline started on top off his head and his hair looked like seaweed.
Rock hard women teachers. Babs Bunting. Nia "Nelly" Jones. Mrs Mcginn (Biology). Frightening.
Fit women teachers. Mrs Oliver (nee Fisher). Everyone was gutted when she got married. Lauren Chatburn. Tall brunette. Nice. Jenny Saunders. Everyone loved her. Bless.
A lad in the year above me: Gordon Simpson (Hartley Hare). He was extremely intelligent but definitely a loose cannon. He used to go round the playground singing and dancing for people (he wasn't a talent) then he would flip and start pulling your hair and punching you. He got a beating or two for that. Poor lad.
Being on report. I wasn't an angel at school and was on report a few times for various transgressions of the rules. For the swats out there being on report basically required you to give the teacher your report sheet at the end of every lesson for them to sign and write a comment. To get off report you had to do this for two to three weeks and all teachers comments had to be better than "satisfactory" and the gits knew this. So Friday afternoon I'd hand the sheet to Haggis and guess what he'd write. That's right: "satisfactory".
Getting thrown off the bus en masse for playing tunes on the bell.
That's about all for now but I'll be back. It was very sad looking at the demolition pictures of the old place.
Antony Rowley SGS 77-82
Got to your web page via friends reunited. A good site for bringing back memories, some good and some not so good. As for the picture of bloody Phil Haggis, well I did need a new dart board. I noticed a few things that I remember different, but I know my mind plays tricks.
I think you were in the same year as me as I note that I was in the same form as some of your 1C register, although I started off in 1A. www.nfy53.demon.co.uk tells more.
Now what do I recall different? Well, the teams in gym were Apples, Bananas, Cherries and Doughnuts.
I remember Ms Boulanger taking us all to Liverpool Uni for a debating contest, which we won, and then swanned off to the student union with the very expensive silver cup we had just won. I think the coppers were there when we got back. I never had the joy of seeing her knickers, but I do recall that she nearly got killed in a car accident. I don't know if you remember Mrs Fletcher, nee Miss Tiffin, (english & geography). Now she used to wear stockings and sussies as I found out each week in room five. God bless those short skirts, naïve women and raised floor at the front of the class.
Now here's a story for your page. I don't know if I'll get a quod for this but I did have a nice money making scheme going for a year or two. It was illegal, it was bad, it was fun and I never got caught :-)
I used to play the 'cello and so was allowed into the music store next to the music room (29 I think). Ok so what? In the corner of that music store were lots of boxes. Each box filled with blank, new, unused report forms. So I helped myself to a couple from each so it wouldn't be noticed. A handful of pens and biros and my uncanny talent for illegible writing and Young's report forgery business was on the go. For a small consideration you could get an improvement on your report. Never made any one top of the form but somewhere reasonabe in the top half. Can you find any one who will admit to having bought one?
I still remember many of the masters from my time there not just the sadistic Haggis, he only picked on me 'cos of my long hair, and now I've bloody well gone bald! And Hynes from Biology who would prowl the school at lunchtime to try and catch those of us who brought sandwiches, before they were made "legal". I also remember rather fondly (is that allowed?) Mr Lumley (deputy head and acting head before Dr Barnes) and Fred Hill, who had faith in my ability at pure maths, which unfortunately I didn't.
I also remember a chosen few who went to Manchester Poly for a course on computing. I failed the selection tests and couldn't go. Ha! I showed them! Guess what I do for a living :-)
Hey I could bore you for hours but I have to be up and out to work in the morning.
BFN
Nev Young SGS 1966(1a) - 1972(7m)
p.s. After reading a few letters, Yes the bomb in the desk did go off,
room 7 back row in the corner, 1st April forget the year but I think Bullough
got the blame for it. No the piano wasn't hoisted to the balcony
but some dozy master cut down the rusty bicycle and it fell onto the piano.
I'm having a good laugh and reminiscing about old times at SGS. Attended 1970 to 1977. I now live north of Sydney in Oz. I work in mental health crisis intervention. I am still friends with and keep in touch with a few other Old Standians, Chris Bainbridge, Pete Lockett, Paul Godby (chimp) who lives in Sydders. Next week I'm visiting Ken Lomax in Christchurch for a week of golf. I have many anecdotes, usually pythonesque, which was well in vogue. On the last day of term chimp and I boarded a no 6 bus. We saw Hairy Hynes and decided to follow him instead of getting off at Besses o' th' barn. We ended up Eccles way, lost but on that old bastard's trail. I never was taught by him but saw him reduce many juniors to tears ('cos he could). We just wanted to challenge his authority because we could. When he got whiff of us he wanted to know my name and I kept replying " I dunno. Where do live? Er......Spain." The steam was coming out of his ears. The object of class was to take the piss out of teach, so all were aware except the teacher. One day I will grow up!
I would like to know what happened to anyone who knew me, chimp or ken. Also teachers such as Miss Jones, Ray Russell, Benjy (after his indiscretions), Hairy, Hudson, Tabs, Haggis, Clarke etc.
I can contacted at bazroyd@bigpond.com.au or via wwwfriendsreunited.com.uk
Thanks to Paul Cowsill for the mention. I'll tell Paul Godby.
Keep up the good work.
Went to Stand from 71-76, House was Siddall, I was there when Dave Crook did his black pudding trick on the head (Mr Hudson) at morning assembly, as far as I know Dave is still in Radcliffe, not far from me although I've not seen him for some time, he used to live on Astley St (off Stand Lane).
I left Radcliffe In 1980 to live down south and have only been back for a year or so, only a few months ago I went to Whitefield with a mate of mine (Billy Partington, also an old Standian) for a few beers, we were gutted to find that not only had the school closed but it had also been completely demolished.
Nice to see it is still remembered, theres a few of us in Radcliffe still, around my age (40/41), although most Standians (especially the girls) seem to have fled the area for good.
The more I view the site, the more impressed I am and find that I am neglecting other things in its favour, with the exception of golf of course! I think the un-named boxer in the 1955 photograph could be Malcolm Maybury, (Mayberry?) who introduced me to my first cigarette, in the toilets.
I would dearly love to contact some of the old boys of my year, especially Sam Wilde, who I have tried to contact many times over the years, to no avail.
I am quite suprised at some of the bitterness that shows through in some of the mail I have seen. I agree that some of the masters were a bit over the top by today's standards, but I look back with pride and gratitude. Maybe 27 years in the Army helped to mellow my outlook.
Keep up the splendid work.
Martyn
I've just discovered the many pages of your web site and read the letter from Harris Fraser and Gez Diamond and all the lads he is still in touch with, some of whom I started out in 1B with, Tony Schock, Anthony Alexander and others who I came to know, Kev Cryer ( not the one who now teaches at Bury GS surely) Pete Preston, Mick Mills ( we went to a Four Tops Concert in 1970 looking like a right pair of pillocks in blazers, two tone trousers, red hankies and the silver buttons), John Hewitt who I went to Prestwich Parish School with upto 1966.
I left in February 1972, after doing 1 term in the 6th year, not doing subjects that I wanted to do or even could do, so joined the Midland Bank.
It's a great site, the memories are all still very strong, I have kept all my reports ( sad git that I am ) many of the Old Standians magazines, and attend the OSA Dinners on a regular basis. I was particulalry upset to see Haggis so frail and unwell at the last dinner.
It was an act of pure vandalism to demolish the school and I will never forgive those responsible, there were many happy memories of my 5 year sentence.
Many of the masters who were there between 66-72, Killer Crouch, Ivor Jones, Chippy Wood, Haggis, PB2, Les Lumley, Crossfield, Doc Barnes (the Beak), Eddie Hynes, Joe Whitworth, Dick Short, some are probably no longer with us but all gave us their very best, and some their very worst, but did any of us do badly for the experience, I think not. And compared to today's youth, some of that style of schooling would make a very welcome return.
Nowadays I am celebrating 25 years of marriage, with two sons, both of whom have done their time at Bury Grammar, they had to experience a little of what I treasured, and I am living up in rural Ramsbottom.
It is fantastic to see so many names that I remember, keep up the great
work
Roger Bowden
1966-1972
Hi Martyn,
My younger brother Neal came upon your website when browsing for Old Standians and he and I happened to be together at my mother’s this evening (a fairly rare occurrence) and he got me surfing too.
It is fantastic to read all the stories and be reminded of names of long ago – I guess we are all getting to the age when memories are mostly what we can look forward to!
Anyway a bit of background for your website and Old Standian historic records;
* I was at Stand from 1967 to Dec 1973 in 1P, 2P
then 3S (I think), 4S, 6M, 7M and 8M for a term. I did my O levels
early (with Trevor Pickles) and went on to study Engineering Science at
Oxford (St Catherine’s)
* Rob was one academic year ahead – 1966 to 1973
in 1B, 2L, 3E, 4L, 5E and went on to study mechanical engineering at Leeds
* Neal was two academic years behind – 1969 to 1975
in 1P, 2P, 3S, 4B (he thinks), 6M, 7M, 8M and he too went to Leeds to study
mech eng.
As you can see we are struggling a bit with class references. I am hoping my Mum can point us in the direction of old school reports, Speech Day programmes etc to sort it out. Do you have any “code breaker” that could help us with what the class designators meant and the chronology of the system changes?
Here are some funny stories that those in my classes might recall;
Very early in my Stand career (maybe even 1st year) we had the pleasure of Neil Kershaw not only for PE but also for History. He was a pretty cool dude. We were waiting in Room 22 (one of the huts) for Kershaw to arrive to start class. The class was so preoccupied with its usual pastime of pandemonium and messing around that no one noticed Neil Kershaw until he launched himself onto the front desk and stood astride it like a surfer. This was made all the more shocking by Kershaw’s propensity for walking around school in sports kit which included very short shorts and very short hairy legs! He certainly got everyone’s attention, yet said nothing, calmly got down from the table and started the class. At age 12 that seems like real Class!
Speaking of his hairy legs, my everlasting memory of Neil who looked after the fledgling basketball team was him regularly standing in front of the team after lunchtime practice in the gym, scratching a perpetual itch on the back of his knee saying “the match is off”…. Our basketball matches were regularly called off, it seemed…
I have a couple of memories of a very bizarre English teacher called Toseland – a little fat round chap, known for liking the occasional small sherry at lunchtime. Like all English teachers he carried a huge bunch of keys on a long chain, but unlike other English teachers he took to wielding the keys as a weapon. Swinging the keys like an Olympic hammer he was wont to smash them down on desks, books, blackboards – anything to get attention and strike fear in an unruly class. On one famous occasion he chose went too far and actually swiped of the class hard cases across the shoulder tearing a gash in his blazer! At which the boy stood up, toe to toe with Toseland (who wasn’t that tall), called him several names and stormed out to report him to the Headmaster! I think the issue was settled out of court by a very diplomatic Doc Barnes….
However even Doc Barnes was stumped by his next episode. In an English class in one of the large classrooms off the hall immediately after lunch one afternoon a lad was caught staring out of the window. Toseland said “if you find what’s happening outside so interesting you had better go and join them”. So the boy stood up thinking he was being sent out of class. “Through the window… “ continued Toseland, at which point the boy opened the big sash window and promptly climbed out - straight into the arms of the Headmaster returning from a late lunch! The school yard being a big drop from the window we didn’t see this and knew nothing about this until the boy was marched back into the classroom by the Headmaster. “This boy tells me you told him to climb out of the window”, said Dr Barnes, clearly (and very reasonably) expecting to prove the boy was lying. It is difficult to remember who was the most embarrassed, Dr Barnes or Mr Toseland who sheepishly admitted it and apologised to the Head for being foolish. Needless to say Toseland was not an English teacher at Stand for many more seasons! These are the things that shape young minds!
Unfortunately I cannot recall the names of any of the boys involved but maybe other Old Standians from my alumni will.
And I am sure Rob and Neal will have their own stories to offer you.
Meanwhile, keep up the good work on a great website!
Regards,
Hi Martyn,
This is a first contact for me ,my name is Mike Passant and I attended
Stand from 1953 to 1960 .My contemporaries and friends in those days were
Tony Gale (who retired as a tax Inspector about 3 years ago and disappeared
to Tenerife), Pete Rose, Gabriel Jacobs ( with whom I met up again 4 years
ago), and Howard Jacobsen,along with Bob Lee, and Gabriel's close pal Stuart
Kershaw who became head boy.
I haven't a clue what happened to Pete,Bob,or Stuart,after they left
for university.
Well,a bit about me at Stand .In the first few years Sammy Medlar was
Head,leaving and replaced by Austen Williamson, as cold a fish as you could
poosibly meet,( and about as skilled at "man management" ).He once hauled
me into his office for the sole and ludicrous purpose of measuring my trouser
bottoms ,as he was insistent on branding me as a "teddy boy".The trousers
in fact measured a smart 15 ",and stood out in stark contrast to the 22"
bags worn by most of the kids ,some of whom had legs as thin as pipecleaners,giving
the impression they could blow away in a breeze. Williamson's prejudice
was also influenced by my extremely short "crew cut", which imparted a
sort of "American High School Kid" image to me .
My big hero at Stand was Joe Whit, the Maths and History teacher who
taught this nervous twitchy 1st former how to acquire some self confidence
by encouraging me simply to unlock and develope my potential, (something
I'm afraid that was totally beyond the comprehension of "Haggis"the Gym
teacher who took absolutely no interest in any of us as individuals).
I became involved with the boxing club because of Joe Whit and have
a picture which you can borrow showing the members around 1954/55. I went
on to become school boxing team captain (never losing a bout in all my
years at Stand ),school athletics captain ( I broke the senior discus record
as an intermediate, and went on to add over 35 feet to it before leaving,as
well as taking Lockley's shot putt record on my way to becoming Lancashire
School's Champion in 1960) .I had a brief spell as cross country captain
as well in my final year, but voluntarily gave this up as I was not improving
(in fact I was going backwards ,as heavy weightlifting was not the ideal
training for distance running! ).
Neither Hargreaves or Williamson had any word of congratulation for
me on my athletic successes (perhaps they knew that what I had achieved
was "sod all" to do with them,it was in spite of them;in fact their indifference
might actually have been an added spur to me ).
I could add a lot about Howard Jacobsen's antics outside school, but I'm not going to ,as we were good pals. I last saw him when I'd just got married, and quite out of the blue he appeared at our front door with a new girlfriend ,that would be in 1963.
What of the other masters? Well I was present in room 20 sitting about
8 feet away when Barry Speed planted a punch on the jaw of his nemesis
Gordon" Boris"Knott ,our form master and Spanish teacher, and shot out
,never to be seen again.That would be in about 1958,and I was amazed that
one other of your earlier contributors had related the tale.
Ivor Jones the wood work teacher used to have us in stitches, he'd
pull out one of us and hold him to total ridicule,declaring in his
Welsh accent that his "creation" had been chewed by a dog . It was an excuse
for us all to laugh for about a minute until tears streamed down our faces,not
at our classmate ,but at Jones, as if a bloody piece of wood could possibly
be of any relevance in our lives!
Joe Bogg, our English master (who really was totally bonkers) would
appear at the start of a period with just his head peering round the classroom
door, saying or doing nothing for perhaps 20 seconds or so,and then bellowing
at us - "Hey Nonny Nonny"! As 1st formers we found this rather unnerving
initially , but once you realised he was simply potty, it became quite
a reassurance that you yourself, were by way of contrast, reasonably well
adjusted( in spite of all that Stand could, and did , throw at you ).From
what I have read of Howard's novels he refers to Stand under a derogatory
false name ,and in quite disparaging terms .
I didn't go to university, though I passed all my 4 "A"levels, instead
joined what later became Royal Bank of Scotland ,where I became a manager
in 1977 ,ending up as manager of Newcastle Upon Tyne Branch 1990 --1994
,when I retired at 53 years of age.
I have a good life, am married to Barbara, my teen-age sweetheart, and have 2 grown up sons who live in Spain and in Switzerland respectively, we live 16 miles west of Durham city.I still go skiing when in Switzerland, climb Munros in Scotland,( only 23 to go ), still pump iron,and travel the world on birding trips (I recently saw my 5000th species in Sulawesi, (Indonesia) and we go off to Antarctica for the very first time, on Dec31st.)
I should be delighted to hear from any of my contemporaries from Stand , especially Tony Gale or Pete Rose.
Hi Martyn,
I'm amazed to hear from you so soon! Looking through the file of memorabilia
I keep on S G S ,I see that you in fact have the photo of the boxing club
members ,sent in to you by my pal Gabriel Jacobs, who borrowed it from
me.Your reply (dated Aug 2001) was quite superb, commenting on Joe Whit's
tie ,and even better the fact that his trousers and jacket "look like he
started wearing them for school when they became too scruffy to wear whilst
he was gardening".
Concerning the kids on the picture , here goes,back row left to right, next to Joe Whit first: I know the face( not the name), then Fogg, Nelson ,Geoff Galley, Heilpern, and of course McDonald; front row left : little Butterworth, Ian Walker , Brian Walker , then me , then Stan Black , then Horner . THe last two ended up in Australia ,Horner going in about 1956 , Stan in 1983, he has been in touch with you (in fact it's Stan who first told you about Barry Speed's fight with Boris Knott).
I looked up Joe Whit in the late 80's (he lived at 123 Bury Old Road Heywood ) but when he came to the front door he didn't seem to know me, and when I told him who I was, he didn't really react as I expected ,I think he just pretended he knew me .I felt he'd lost it and wished I hadn't called really,it was quite sad . In the 1960's I'd always exchanged Xmas cards with him and the Joe Whit of old would have greeted me like a father.
Martyn, if you could update me as to anything to do with Joe Whit after 1960 I should be very grateful , I was a young kid from a council estate (Hollinhurst Rd. Radcliffe ) my parents divorced when I was about 6, and he was the most positive influence for the good that I encountered through my teenage years .
Kind Regards
Mike
Martyn,
I was at Stand from '71 to '78 and I'm sure I know you! The name sounds
familiar anyway. I was permanently resident in the artroom firstly
under
Cliff Baxendale and then under John Moss...if you'll forgive the
expression...I almost ended up under Benjy Brittain once too but that's
another story...any chance of an old school photo of you so I can confirm
whether I'm going senile or not?
Great website by the way, made me laugh and nearly cry at the same time,
terrible how you get nostalgic with old age
Hope to hear from you soon
Glyn 'Snaily' Bailey aged 45
I came across your wonderful web site and I was hooked!
I attended SGS from 1968-1976 I think.
Ihad the pleasure if that is the right word,only joking to be School
Captain.
It all seems a long time ago but seeing the web site was like opening
the flood gates.Over the next few days I shall gather my memories and send
them on.
The one immediate memory I have is for getting a report that said CHEMISTRY
3%,the comment was 'He has made a vast improvement this term'
Anyway congrtaulations on the site.
My email is as above or
jona@ragamuffins.org.uk or
Jonathan.Barnes@hpt.nhs.uk
Best Wishes, Jonathan Barnes
Hello,
I was idly looking on the internet and typed "Stand Grammar School" out of curiosity and came up with this site and thought I would let you have a few lines. My name is David Pomfret and I attended SGS from 1971 to 1978, anyone remember me? Overall, I have quite positive memories of my time there and reading some of the other contributors it brought back many reminisencies of Haggis, Hairy, Towey and a few others, anyone remember Graves, the maths teacher? We had him in the second year (I was hopeless at maths) and remember that he had a habit of hitting you in the back if you did not get the factors right on equations or something or other. Towey was another one, he used to flick your head with the arm of his cape and, on another occasion, he got the board rubber, went all over the board with it to get it very dusty, then proceeded to rub it into some lad's hair!!
Paddy McCaff was another one who stood out, I was in the mass belting session when the whole of our year group had to lie down on the tennis courts and he went round us all in turns with the gym shoe, ouch!!
Another memory of Hairy (Hynes, the biology teacher), this lad in our class, the 3rd year from memory, I thing he was called Dave Ellison, was chewing on a piece of silver paper, the remains of a toffee wrapper, and was spotted by Hairy. Upon informing him what he was, Dave was made to stand on a chair, holding it aloft and repeat " I am a fairy princess, this is my fairy crown, are'nt I beautiful, Do not eat silver paper again boy" How we laughed…
Smelly Smethurst was our maths teacher in the 4th year and as I was useless at maths was informed "Pomfret lad, I hope you can handle a brush as that’s what your going to do when you leave here, sweep the roads"
Another memory - the 7th form geography field trip to Scarborough in about March 78, we had to share the hotel with a party of 6th form girls from somewhere like Bishops Stortford.
Younger readers might find stuff that the teachers did scary by todays standards, but I don't remember any particular bullying which now seems rife, just piss-taking which on the whole was fairly good humoured and we did'nt need any of the anti-bullying initiatives which seem to be everywhere now, Paddy/Haggis etc would have quickly put a stop to it.
I kept in contact with one or two lads in my year group for a probably three or four years after I left, Ian Cheeseman, Bill Jackson, Maurice Greene, Robert Norris but have'nt seen any of them now for quite a while, although I have run into Paul Sandiford a few times recently who seems to be doing OK.
To summarise, I would'nt change anything much apart from getting rid of kiddie fiddler Britton, that kind of thing has no place in education, or anywhere else for that matter, past, present or future, although he never bothered with me personally.
I have not been back since and now live in Handforth, near Wilmslow, Cheshire, I left Radcliffe in 1988.
Keep up the good work
David Pomfret 1P 1971
Martin Harper here, Sept 1971 to Sept 1979. The extra years detention was spent in the Upper 5th following a ‘must do better’ performance at O Levels. Worked out in the end as I left with 10 O’s and 4 A’s and did Economics at Manchester.
Must firstly tell you that my father, Brian Harper, went to Stand 1939 to 1944. He died in 2000 but I still have many things he kept from School. Most treasured is his old school scarf. I used it for school and still do! Mr Smethurst, Maths, had one similar. He kept all his old exam papers and also a copy of ‘The Standian’ for July 1948. This has two notable things in it, firstly what must be the first published work by Henry Livings (subsequently famous playwright/author) titled ‘The Philistine, or Art For Art’s Sake’. Secondly and arguably the more momentous is the arrival of a new teacher, and I must quote here ‘As Mr Emerson is leaving in June, Mr P B Hargreaves will then join us as Instructor’. Nearly 60 years on we are still talking about him.
To my teachers, I remember you all, some more fondly than others. Gordon Cain for his enthusiasm and nurturing my interest in economics – I still love it to this day. Helen Russell Orton for her passion in teaching English to a group of lads as much in love with her as the subject. John Belfield for bringing Geography alive, ‘Jasper’ Swift for giving us Maths homework every night for 2 years only to be rewarded with a ‘A’ at O Level – we deserved MUCH more. Johnny Shuttleworth for making me read my English books but enjoy them at the same time, ‘Hairy’ Hynes for his sex education lesson in Biology (we had already learnt that from Julian Yates’s ‘magazines’). Others that I don’t think have got a mention elsewhere in the letters include Dave Pierce, Al Smith, Harrison, Eustace, Dave Bowers, Jan Olszewski,
Things I remember include;
Roy Evans, a great lad and handy footballer, being killed in a road accident in the first year. We got to know about that on the morning of the ‘Marathon Hike’. Two lads turning up in shorts on the first day of school (sorry DCT you know who you are). Gary Thompson, my buddy from junior school, having to leave. Not making it onto the first year football team, who went undefeated that year and got school colours. Still to this day being able to draw an outline map of the Lancashire coastline – we know who is to blame for that one. I flew to the Isle of Man a few years ago on a clear July day and looking out of the window I got a birds eye view of what I had been drawing in Room 7 all those years ago. I still don’t have the exact words for what I felt, although I think they are mostly good. Going hiking with Killer Crouchley was insanity at the best of times as he could walk faster than most of us could run. Edgar Cowards shin pads (the old bamboo & leather ones) being a foot wide, Phil Bailey ‘retiring hurt’ most of another schools cricket team with a lethal spell of fast bowling, Tony Settle playing for Lancashire 2nds whilst only 15(?) and knocking one of Mr Mitre’s supposed googlies into the Synagogue car park, Playing for the Tennis team with Gary Cropper, Running with Colin Barker on the Cross Country Team, Waiting for the team lists to be posted on the notice board outside the Gym (substitute again!).
High on the list are a couple of school trips. The Geography field trip to Scarborough in 1978 was brilliant, mostly for the antics of Wayne Jackson, Rod Harrison, Phil Bailey, Mick Waring. Their constant chatting up of the waitresses in the hotel, allegedly for bigger breakfasts, was funny, although they did get what they wanted, bigger breakfasts I mean, or do I? There were the usual shaving foam fights, toothpaste in the ears and talcum powder bombs. It was the Grosvenor Guest House and we had to write up our days notes in the downstairs function room before we were allowed ‘to play’. The other trip of mention was the legendary football trip to Germany/Belgium at Easter in 1979. Wayne Jackson has mentioned this in one of his letters. Paddy McCafferty got us all in the best shape of our lives which helped when it came to the lack of sleep and amount of alcohol we drank. One bloke at a club we played in Belgium even brought on a bucket of black coffee at half time. We never lost a game, all the pitches were ‘all weather’ due to the harsh winters, and I scored a goal reminiscent of Geoff Hurst (Wayne’s words not mine). Other culprits on the trip were Graham Ward, Rod Harrison, Marc Campion, Alex Bamford, Vallers Valentine. The trip took a positive turn at the Hotel Zur Kripps, near Koblenz, when on the last day a party of similar aged girls on a school trip booked in. Ahhhhh, Easter ’79….
Good Buddies included Julian Yates, Alan Giersh, Andy Cuckill, Dave Ellison, Barry Bowman, Lawrence Mann, Dean Ogden, Dean Jackson, Jeremy Reuben, Steve Ward, Dave Feingold, Jeremy Tasker, Graham Clarke and lots more.
‘Visions of boyhood’ as the school song says. Well, these are some of mine.
Hi Martyn,
I was listening to a