Trolls.

They will be feeling the back of my hand sooner, rather than later (I nicked that off one of my teachers).
One of mine used to throw blackboard rubbers at us.

I think people can take it as a bit of fun at the moment.

At least the board is a little less polite than it has been. No bad thing?
 
One I still use today - I'll put a stone of bruises on you.

Only I say without menace, I don't think the teachers at St Peter's did. :eek:
 
Blackboard rubbers pah ! My woodwork teacher basher Briggs used to throw a hammer past our heads if we mucked about in class - I in turn chucked a cricket ball just last his head in PE one time - needless to say he wasn’t impressed 😁


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Blackboard rubbers pah ! My woodwork teacher basher Briggs used to throw a hammer past our heads if we mucked about in class - I in turn chucked a cricket ball just last his head in PE one time - needless to say he wasn’t impressed 😁


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I was only in junior school at the time. Way before woodwork classes.
 
One mans troll is another's radical point of view and 99% of the time we are better for it. This board and any other will be worse off.
Unless its direct personal abuse or other serious law breaking posts then it comes with the territory.
Only ever had one bad one that suggested I should be tarred and feathered which upset me for a bit but mainly for
thought processes in someone else's mind.
 
Or do you want a board like this:

A:I thought Coulson played well tonight
B: Yes he looks a good prospect
C: Yes hes a jolly fine player
A: And he dribbles well
C: Yes up the boro
D: Good night sleep tight
 
We had several teachers who nowadays would be classed as certifiable. One of them - a maths teacher (why were maths teachers always among the maddest?) - got a particularly irksome wee scrote up in front of the class and punched him in the stomach.
 
I think I remember the name Mr Dean. However I am not sure.

My biggest memory from that time was the day at school where it went all dark.

I was there in the mid to late 60s. Had a short time at St Joseph's before moving there.
 
A blackboard ruler across the back side was the favoured method for one of our teachers.
It hurt worse than the cane but we all tried to pretend it didn't!
 
Or do you want a board like this:

A:I thought Coulson played well tonight
B: Yes he looks a good prospect
C: Yes hes a jolly fine player
A: And he dribbles well
C: Yes up the boro
D: Good night sleep tight

That’s the Lampard board (Top Flight Time Machine Reference)
 
My history teacher used to tap out his lit pipe tobacco into your inkwell for you to have to stub out with your fingers and thumb. And yes, he smoked his pipe in the classroom. Was also a mean shot with a blackboard rubber and used to get through a packet of chalk every lesson as he was quite liberal chucking that at US too

Geography teacher used to give you 'the bicycle' which involved grabbing the short sideburn hair just in front of your ears, pulling it away from your head and making a pedalling motion, gradually speeding up

I once got told to stand with my nose against the wall for an entire afternoon without being allowed to wipe my nose when it started to run. Then I had to clean the whole area with a toothbrush

Ah, those halcyon prep school days
 
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