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Manland Secondary

So on it was to the big school, Manland Secondary Modern, now known as Sir John Lawes, same school as my dad went to, and probably the same his dad went to as well..   About a mile from the house, with a walk across the old Nicky line, which when I was young, was still going, remember the platform by the Dolphin Pub on Station Road (hence the name)..  with steam trains running through.

A very large school with a history of a U bomb landing unexploded during classes, if it went off, apparently, I would be here today..

Not too much of interest here really, normal daily school fights, me having more than usual being half  Italian, caning wasnt so preliferent here but did get the pleasure once or twice, more hair pulling by the teachers here, often seeing pupils being literally dragged out of a classroom kicking and screaming by the hair, happened to be once in a music class, hurt like hell..  thankyou Mr Gamble for that !

Teachers were pretty good, and some just pretty (Miss Seaton), there was Mr Ravasio, the Polish physics teacher, steered well clear of him as he had the ability to pick you up by the cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, Mr Watson, great chemistry teacher, Mr Holdroyed who had many uses of the plimsol and rubber bunson burner pipe, Mr Yule, the non stop hyper energetic sports teacher and of course, Paddy Roberts, the only headmaster that could sit on a drawing pin without changing his facial expression..

Assembly times were madness,  with a single trump from a flatulent pupil causing untold uncontrollable laughfter, still get the giggles over this.

Girls, there were many, and the height of the year was the annual Christmas disco, which always turned into a kiss anyone snogging competition, rules were simple, find a girl, and snog her..  thats it..

Even some of the lessons were good, Technical Drawing, Metal Work, Woodwork (when Mr Bridges wasnt beating someone up in the stockroom), History, where the teacher would run out of the classroom crying, only to return for her handbag… everytime..

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