Old Sutts

I know a few posters on here weren't clever enough for DHS ( ) so had to go to Sutton. Babbs has posted this on pasoti-

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The Old Suttonian Association would like to make you aware that the evening of the Annual Dinner is approaching. This year our chosen venue is The Copthorne Hotel in Plymouth and it will take place on 17th November. Full details can be found at http://www.oldsutts.co.uk/events.html if you would like to come along, renew some old friendships or just make some new ones then this is the chance to do so.

As you may have noticed the Old Sutts now has a website! Please feel free to explore the site. New information, pictures, events and miscellany will be added to the site at regular intervals and signposted here http://www.oldsutts.co.uk/blog.html. If you have anything that you feel may be of interest then please email it to me (http://www.oldsutts.co.uk/contact.html). I can assure you that everything, whether it is an anecdote, picture, document or anything else will be used either on the site or in a Bulletin. Nothing will be considered too mundane or trivial and it is often the most minute of details that fascinates the most.

We would like to use the site as a means of disseminating all sorts of information to our members and hope that some members, especially those overseas, will be happy to view or download their Bulletin from the site (http://www.oldsutts.co.uk/bulletin.html) in the future. This will obvioiusly help the Association by saving on both postage and printing costs as well as being a far more efficient usage of everybody's time. Rest assured that the printed Bulletin will still be available in the format that has become so familiar to us all over the years and that sending out a Bulletin will remain the default option for our members; only those who choose to accept the download option will be removed from the mailing list.

Each year we get several Bulletins returned to us because people have moved on and not sent their new address to us. Obviously in such circumstances those members are removed from the mailing list. Could you please take the time to look at http://www.oldsutts.co.uk/missing.html and if you are on that list, or know of the current address of anybody that is, please email the accurate information to Paul Blank (http://www.oldsutts.co.uk/contact.html).

Finally if you are in contact with any other Old Sutts then please feel free to forward this email to them.

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I have not many positive memories of the place. A few friends I wouldn't mind bumping into again. The odd teacher. But Old Sutts.....?!

A good friend's husband is an Old Sutt and he has nothing but good memories. All part of life's rich tapestry I suppose.

knecht wrote:

I have not many positive memories of the place. A few friends I wouldn't mind bumping into again. The odd teacher. But Old Sutts.....?!

A good friend's husband is an Old Sutt and he has nothing but good memories. All part of life's rich tapestry I suppose.

Well there is one thing we have in common dear boy. Were you there when Titch Thomas was supposedly teaching PE ?

Sorry to diverge but my schooldays at Plymouth College were not the happiest of my life and I've never had any interest in reliving them...but...I did have a quick peek at the OPM website to discover they've even got their own Masonic Lodge, feck me.

Educated wankers

How can they be eduquated without a Secondery Modorn edgeucation?

Tring, I think we have lots in common - and lots we disagree about. That's life.

I think you were a year or two above me at our Alma Mater. I did have Titch. Poor bloke. There were stories that he had been an international gymnast. He was never big enough to be frightening but there was another bloke who taught PE who wasn't there for long who was a real bully. (PE teacher - bully? What a surprise!) I can't remember his name but his interest was basketball.

Jordan was his name.... a right bully.
I don't think PE was Sutton's best point. Ray Rose was of course involved with the football and the boxing, and he was a fine man, and well known to Argyle fans through the hospital radio commentaries.
I left the school under a shadow, but I still enjoyed my time there, despite some really archaic old school buffers on the teaching staff, flying around in their gowns and silly hats ... not unlike the present Home Park grandstand.
I'm not a fan of state schools. I do wonder exactly what their role is.... education or control ?
My brother and I might actually pop along to the reunion though ... that would be a first.

That's it ... Jordan.

The only two things that saved me at school were Sport & I was good at English. If it wasn't for those I would have seriously struggled. Ray Rose, for obvious reasons, is one of my positive memories.

Otherwise far too many of the teachers were either sadistic, lazy or disinterested. Looming over it all was the head - who was all three of those things.

A horrible, horrible man. A sadistic control freak. He didn't like it when I point blank refused his uncontrolled desire to cane me. I made it quite clear to him he would personally regret big time any attempt to do so.

I did that to my head as well. He didn't like it and had the school bully metalwork teacher 'sort' me out. He made my life hell after that!

I got my own back on them both.

I damaged the head's car with a dod of wood and switched on a lighting circuit the other bastard was working on for the school play.

That fecker howled like a girl until I switched it off.

Great memories!

mouldyoldgoat wrote:

I did that to my head as well. He didn't like it and had the school bully metalwork teacher 'sort' me out. He made my life hell after that!

I got my own back on them both.

I damaged the head's car with a dod of wood and switched on a lighting circuit the other bastard was working on for the school play.

That fecker howled like a girl until I switched it off.

Great memories!

I was always very suspicious during PE 'lessons' in the tiny gym, which consisted of the occasional lining up to vault the box or horse , or whatever it was. Couldn't do it anyway. Or hanging from the wallbars, facing into the hall, wearing nothing but loose white shorts and being commanded to 'right knee raise.............lower, left knee raise..........lower' as the little Welshman paraded around the gym, eyes at crotch height, seemingly enjoying the view.
All this fun was usually followed by crab football, which I was good at. Goalscorers are born, not made

Come to think of it, he was still howling like a girl a few minutes after I had switched it off and a first aider or whatever they were called then was looking after him.

We also had a PE teacher who liked to spank the bare arse of any boy who had done anything wrong in one of his lessons. This was done after school in his private changing room. He tried to get me in there once but I told him to feck off and threatened to go to my parents and the head.

He never 'asked' me again.

After that I used to wind him up all the time and get away with it.

Widey Tech, anyone??

Public Sec which went on to University (status) but I didn't.

If it was the Old Sots, I would join up.

Must be unique, attended South Molton secondary modern. Used to get time off for potato picking and harvest time, and a day for the sheep fair.

The merits of violence amongst boys are sadly ignored nowadays - when did you last hear a father hail the thrice-a-term beastings meted out to his son at boarding school? One never hears it. Chaps nowadays are more likely to withdraw their son at the first hint of bodily contact and insert the poor little blighter in a local state school. It is madness. One must repeat after his Lord:

Beastings breed character,

Beastings breed character,

Beastings breed character

Repeat ad infinitum until one's son is a strapping young fellow ready to go out and dish the Hun on the battlefield. He'll thank you for it eventually.