You’re not with us, you’re somewhere else
You’re living the life of someone else
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – come in, please
What’s that Simeon? What did you say?
‘I didn’t say anything, so go away’
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – come in, please
Simeon speaks his mind to Mr King
‘No, I’m sorry Sir, it doesn’t mean a thing’
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – over and out
Tag: high school
White Socks – 5th September 1983
I’m in a gang, gang of the white socks
We fight the gangs who wear pink frocks
We hate the red socks, the green and blue
So join the whites and we won’t mess with you
30th Apr 2023 – In our first week back at school, my final year, the whole school was told that boys were not allowed to wear white socks, they were not part of the uniform. Of course, most of us preferred white socks and when we questioned teachers further about it they insisted that it was because they believed that those wearing white socks were part of a gang. We had no idea where this was coming from and were pretty incredulous about it.
Haywire – 25th July 1983
Beuagh, guts are lying everywhere
And my brains are going spare
Another physics lesson, I’m going to start a fire
Haywire, haywire, haywire, haywire
24th Apr 2023 – Mr Hayward was our Physics teacher and struggled to keep us nasty, disobedient kids under control. Naturally, we called him Haywire.
One time I was burning incense at the back of the class and when he saw the smoke he ran to us and threatened to take us to the headmaster for smoking marijuana in class. Scared at the prospect of going to the headmaster’s office we told him it was just incense and after a while, he calmed down, but that was his undoing. From then on we knew we could get away with anything in his classes.
For the Easter holiday in 1984, we (Rupes, Jez, Jim and Muz) stole a stroboscope out of the cupboard on the last day of school and had a party in my room where we made ourselves dizzy and broke the varispeed dial. Not to be disheartened we fixed it by shoving a matchstick into the shaft and got it going again. As we would only be at school intermittently for our exams from that time onwards we had no intention of returning this equipment but we ended up thinking it would be funnier if we could put it back without anyone noticing and so that’s what we did.
Needless to say, I failed my Physics exam and quite possibly most of our class did.
I found out a few years after leaving school Mr Hayward died of a heart attack whilst playing squash. Really, I had fond memories of him and though I hated physics I always enjoyed his class.
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