Unofficial Christ's Hospital Forum

How VERY dare you.

Me, attempting to milk a fellow (male) human being? The very thought.

(Mind you, I was so skinny back then that I would probably only have succeeded in popping any blimp I tried to milk.)

In my day the milking was accompanied by "MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILK" said in a scooby-dooesque manner. An absolutely spot-on description of the vocalisation required. On reading this thread, I found myself having another shot at making the 'Moo-ooo' and 'Milky-moo!' noises (to my consternation) ...

Peter Wright - utterly brilliant teacher and the only maths teacher in recorded history who wasn't a total b*stard. By the time I fetched up in his maths class, I was in the bottom set and it was my O-Level year. I genuinely believed myself to be totally incapable of doing maths, having been rubbis...

Anyone remember Mark Gelpke pushing Mr Torkington into the swimming pool fully-clothed as a dare? Classic stuff. To his eternal credit, Torkington took it very well. He merely made MG foot the bill for watch-repairs and dry cleaning. What an absolute saint. Where are you now, Mark Gelpke? Derailing ...

We was a pretty ordinary bunch of kids, wot with bein' at a charity school an' all. Lots of us was from Sarf London and similar sh*tty places and all in all we was pretty credible geezers - so surely some of us must've evolved into mindless skin'eads, glue-eatin' punks, well-poofty mods and embarras...

Richard Ruck wrote: Lesson 3 - Where to buy trousers with the bottoms cut out

I bought mine from David Lee Roth of Van Halen.

Or was it Jim Bishop?

(Or was it Alan Baber?)

A clue? My name is Bill, as in Spoonbill. (Surely you didn't suppose I was actually a spoonbill? That'd be ridiculous.) And this wasn't intended as a deliberately abrasive Let's all slag off CH thread. I was merely interested to know who else hadn't been back and what their reasons were. (Afraid the...

Arf arf.

I continue to be astonished by most of the responses to this thread. And as for my allegedly being 'bitter' or having a chip on my shoulder or needing to 'get over it'....Just what planet are you nutters on? Just because I observe (objectively) that this was how CH was in my day, it doesn't mean to ...

Hard to understand quite why EnglishAngel would choose to be so stingingly nasty to me when I've done her no harm. Hard also to comprehend James's response to my academic moans, all of which remain valid. As I say, no qualifications were available in drama/theatre arts/performing arts, nor in potter...

I left the Oh-Christ Hospital in the 70s and have never set foot in the place since, nor even contemplated going back. In fact I always thought that blokes who went back within a year or two of leaving were pretty sad b*ggers. And another thing: I don't quite see WHY I'd ever go back. Whilst I agree...

Well, Uncle Rudolph was definitely there in the '70s and certainly had the air of being (a) an old stager and (b) someone who wasn't about to make a major career move elsewhere. (As for the average bokker's IQ, I've no idea quite why they were all so powerfully intelligent and mentally well-balanced...

Remember bokker extraordinaire Rudolf? Why, he was the matiest, red-nosedliest, work-shyest groundsman bokker of them all, was he not? Always ready to bend the ear of anyone, young or old, who happened to be within ear-bending distance, he was far and away the best-known of the (sane) bokkers at CH ...

I'm told that Simon Chevill (1970s) became a Baptist minister. Whether he sets his own church on fire, I've no idea.