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.They will be feeling the back of my hand sooner, rather than later (I nicked that off one of my teachers).
I was only in junior school at the time. Way before woodwork classes.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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Mr Barker?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?
I cannot remember. It was at St Edwards. Another one threw a tennis ball at you.Mr Barker?
Mr. Sales, Mr Dean?I cannot remember. It was at St Edwards. Another one threw a tennis ball at you.
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.
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