Unofficial Christ's Hospital Forum

Watch your language, you.

Didn't Dave By The sea pass away, like Richard Ruck? Or am I confusing him with someone else? It would certainly explain why John Rutley couldn't locate his post.

Definitely put my name down for a grave in the bird sanctuary though.

Does the term "a jack" still mean what it used to mean? Or have I been phased out?

It's quite true. John Rutley was the only boy at CH with tattooed ears.

That would've been me, Angela.

She 'ad a lovely bum, that Dot West. Phwooaarrrr.

Disgraceful.

'Craven A'

I've only just seen this, I'm very much afraid to say.

How am I? A year older, with a kettle that's a bit more battered than it was and a hotplate that's had quite a lot of canned soup spilt on it since Feb 2010. Never eat toast in bed, by the way, the bed fills up with crumbs and you get marmalade ...

No, really, old dog just about sums me up. Thanks for noticing that I exist and have a birthday.

I'll be spending it lying low in my executive bedsitter. For a long time I thought I'd see out my life in Arlington House, but no, I climbed up a rung three years ago and now have my own sink, kettle ...

J.R. wrote:I read a broad spectrum of papers....

'E only reads the Daily Sport, that John Rutley does.

I knows because I delivers it to 'is hexecutive residence, I does.

Me career has not progressed at the rate what I had 'oped.

True, people like to say/pretend that everyone goes through a homesexual phase during their teens (to a greater or lesser extent) - but I can't honestly say I ever did. And as for having a secret crush on athletic types, I thought they were a bunch of idiots. (Imagine ploughing all that effort and ...

Reverting to the original subject of this thread. Can any female person here comment on what exactly is going on in the head of a schoolgirl who has a bona fide crush on another schoolgirl?

That's to say, is it admiration (of character, appearance, perceived cool or whatever)? Is it a form of ...

That boil on my arse is really killing me this morning. Absolute murder, it is.

I blame that weird waxy-tasting porridge they used to give us at CH - or maybe it was to do with getting my bum pinched in the tiny gap between two abutting dayroom benches whilst watching TV on a saturday evening. (The ...

I blame CH for everything, especially the boil on my arse.

Was it Ron Lorimer?