The pile of rotting half orange skins from breaks - it put me off oranges and I still cannot face one today.
Trying, and eventually succeeding, to become scorer for the cricket team - for "away" teas and a trip in the Lagonda. Lack of skill and sheer cowardice meant no prospect of getting into the team itself.
60 mph in the Lagonda - a mile a minute as Geoffrey kept telling you - it seemed so fast then.
TV may have been banned but I do remember the whole school watching Sir Winston Churchill's funeral - or were we listening?
Was Spyway the first to think of competitive gardening?
How about forced letter writing: “Dear Mummy and Daddy, I hope you are well, I am. We played Old Malthouse on Wednesday. We lost.”
Organised primrose picking at Easter - not quite sure what that was about.
The desire to have a really battered and taped cricket bat - or was I alone? It certainly made me think my batting was better than it was.
Throwing cricket balls from the top pitch to the bottom pitch - mine barely reached the lower level - total humiliation.
Golden Squares- the only edible food, golden syrup on fried bread I think.
Spoonfuls of molasses- Uggh!
Gentian Violet - Aaaagah!
Using the Wisden annuals as forts for Airfix soldiers etc. Airfix probably went out of business because the dodge in our day was to write to Airfix saying there was a piece missing and receiving a free model in return. They were too good to us.
Tackling practice on a sack suspended from a tree, the ground usually frozen solid.
Who did NOT make a pair of book-ends in carpentry?
2 comments:
Yes we did watch Churchill's funeral, and some rugger matches (probably only if we'd won ours!) The spoonful of molasses was optional so you must have liked it then....am I alone in being able to recite the weekly menu?!
Thank you for this Toby. Please tell us about the weekly menu...
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