Education

Alternative title: - "Guitars to The Stars (The other side of the Screwdriver)"

Education (Education, education, education).

What can I say? The primary school scenario was just plain weird. The first day was unforgettable. There was this guy who frightened the shit out of me and he sat on the same table as moi. He was George Underwood (Google). Several "big girls" also scared me to death but they were probably 9 or 10 years old at the time. They seemed like threatening monsters to me.

Straight away, the Christian shit kicked in and I wasn't at all happy with that. Some great spook up in the sky was going to send me to Hell if I wasn't a "good person". The wall charts were full of mysterious bearded people who lovingly guarded their "flock" and handed out justice to us mere minions, below.

I knew insictively that this was nonsense and just pretended to go along with it, because there was no choice. The head teacher was a Mrs. Hersee and she was criminally Catholic, to the point that she wanted us all to bow our heads and "cross ourselves" at the name of Jesus. That was obviously wrong but there was no escape - you just had to go along with it.

She also insisted that it was important to "give without counting the cost" - something that has cost me dearly in my professional life and career. I still tend to do just that, as I believe it's a good idea but strewth, that can bugger you up no end.

I passed the "11-Plus" exam with flying colours and my dad was really proud of my achievement. He thought at that point an ice-cream cake was a just reward. I had no idea what an ice cream cake was and never sampled its delights. The summer of 1958 was the end of my primary school education and my mum took me and my brother, John, to Cornwall for a holiday.

That holiday was life-changing. I discovered real love. There was a farm girl called "Myrna" (named after Myrna Loy) who I fell hopelessly in love with, being just 12 years old. She was everythig I could ever wish for and I dreamed of her presence for some years after the holiday. It was never to be and Grammar School loomed in the immediate thing.

Being a chap from a non-football primary school was very hard. Out of 850 boys in a school of totally football orientated other pupils, I was alone. The only choice for a non-football person was to be in goal. That meant being a target for football clever dicks.

So Like The Bird

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Alternative title: - "Guitars to The Stars" & "The other side of the Screwdriver".

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