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In my first 2 years in junior skool we were taught italic writing. (for some unknown reason). My mum said my writing standard was good. Left handed kids needed a cranked pen nib to do it. Skool pens had what was called a reservoir nib which held enough ink to write a short sentence before needing to dip it back in the inkwell. Every kid aspired to own a fountain pen, if I remember right the weapon of choice was a Platignum or an Osmiroid pen. Then I changed skools when the family moved to a new area, and had to un-learn italic and get up to speed with cursive. Never really got the hang of it.
Snap!
Italic for 4 years at a Catholic primary school run by French nuns in Hull.
Then like you moved to a different part of the country.
5 years in a poncey prep school where I had to learn copperplate. :rolleyes: We had to have a fountain pen most of us had Platignums, and use I think it was Royal Blue washable Quink.
Guess who was on Writing Report most of the time. :rolleyes:
 
Snap!
Italic for 4 years at a Catholic primary school run by French nuns in Hull.
Then like you moved to a different part of the country.
5 years in a poncey prep school where I had to learn copperplate. :rolleyes: We had to have a fountain pen most of us had Platignums, and use I think it was Royal Blue washable Quink.
Guess who was on Writing Report most of the time. :rolleyes:
Hated school. I wasn't a dunce by any means, but the whole mortar-boards & gowns gig was just OTT.
Then 2 years in and settled down I got moved to a different school when we moved house and that was even worse!
A Grammar/Tech that had merged with a comprehensive. Hairies & Skin-'eads battles all the time.
Institutional bullying on the "Contract Bus" so I stopped using it and used my bus pass (intended to be used to/from the contract bus pick-up points only) for alternate journeying on public buses.
All the carp stopped in the 5th year when I just got too muscular to be messed with, and a few battles let people know to just leave me alone. But it was a hellish time. Joining a different school in the 3rd year when all the hierarchy has already been set means every bloke wants to have a go at you to see where you fit in the pecking order in their head.
I have every sympathy for the poor kids that get bullied and/or just don't fit in with the crowd around them.

Only good thing was that I met the girl that I have been living with for the last 50 years at that awful school. :D
 
Hated school. I wasn't a dunce by any means, but the whole mortar-boards & gowns gig was just OTT.
Then 2 years in and settled down I got moved to a different school when we moved house and that was even worse!
A Grammar/Tech that had merged with a comprehensive. Hairies & Skin-'eads battles all the time.
Institutional bullying on the "Contract Bus" so I stopped using it and used my bus pass (intended to be used to/from the contract bus pick-up points only) for alternate journeying on public buses.
All the carp stopped in the 5th year when I just got too muscular to be messed with, and a few battles let people know to just leave me alone. But it was a hellish time. Joining a different school in the 3rd year when all the hierarchy has already been set means every bloke wants to have a go at you to see where you fit in the pecking order in their head.
I have every sympathy for the poor kids that get bullied and/or just don't fit in with the crowd around them.

Only good thing was that I met the girl that I have been living with for the last 50 years at that awful school. :D
Mortar boards??? !!!!! :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: Never seen one of them in real life anywhere in any school and we are more or less the same age. I did have quite a few teachers who wore gowns, at my public school, but most didn't.
Never seen them anywhere in a state school except on the Head for ceremonial occasions.
 
There's ice on the roof of me tratter this morning. Was cold overnight. And saw the northern lights over Wimblowdriver Towers last night, first time I've ever seen them. Stood in me garding and watched them for quite a while.
Funny you say that.
We sat on our front step last night and there was an orange glow in the north.
M checked new this morning and they had seen northern lights 50klms north of us.
We have a big hill in the way.

We are 42.9 Lat.

J
 
Jay Blades guilty of C&C behaviour.
Another of these creeps brought to book.
I hope a lot more non-famous ones are getting done. too much of it about.
(Just wish W's ex could be done for all he did to her. May he rot in a hot place. :mad:)
Herself's ex was a Whisky Bravo of the first water. Summink wrong wif men sometimes. Makes me sad/appalled/angry how 'manfluencers' like Andrew Tate are teaching young men how to behave..
 
No he pled Not Guilty?
Did he not, I can’t find report of guilty?

J
Right.
I caught "guilty" off the Beeb news this lunchtime.
It now appears I only caught the last word of his "not guilty" plea.
Soz if that is the case, which it appears to be. As he was only charged with it the other day I should have realised this was only his first court appearance and not the trial. Doh. My bad.

Whether he is or he isn't, and it appears it still has to be proven, those that do it stink to high heaven and should be hung drawn and quartered at dawn twice nightly for a fortnight. Or longer.
W went through it for 22 years right up to and even after she met me. Though it soon stopped then. But we have both had to live with the scars of it ever since, and that means 34 years and counting.
I looked up a definition of it online. There were about 8 categories of it and the only one she hadn't gone through was the online stuff cos peeps didn't have PCs back in 1990.

 
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