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Impractically Imperfect In Some Ways

“Mrs Dragons, Stanley’s spoiling our skipping game!”  An oft heard piece of tittle-tattle aimed at my mum during her patrols of the Oakfield Infant School (OIS) playground in late 1970s Gateshead. Her role as dinner nanny at the Low Fell nursery exposing the Leeds lady to the regular telling of tales, in particular other pupil’s disclosure of a young pupil called Stanley’s mischief. Mrs Dragons, the moniker bestowed upon my […]

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Morning Has Broken

I recall my first day at Oakfield Junior School in Gateshead as a daunting experience. Yours truly a shy five years old who, like most kids of that vintage, was often labelled by adults as only standing knee high to a grasshopper. At that time it wasn’t an adage I ever really appreciated. After all, although I was a bit of a short arse, I’d never seen a grasshopper whose […]

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Schooldays Beside The Old Oak Field

“Who wants a game of Japs and Commandos?…. Who wants a game of Japs and Commandos?” A schoolyard enquiry frequently heard at Oakfield Junior School during my fledgling education years of 1968-1974. A chant ordinarily started at breaktime by a small number of boys intent on attracting recruits for their game. A query made by this ‘band of brothers’ who’d bond with arms around each others shoulders while scouring the […]

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Breckenbeds Fields Forever?

Earlier today I published a narrative bequeathing it’s discerning reader unreliable anecdotes from my junior high schooldays. These notions manifesting from the depths of my capricious mind; embellished by fictional addendums sourced from a neurological chamber with a door titled ‘Random’. Breckenbeds Junior High on Saltwell Road in south Gateshead the subject of that ramble. A place of learning I attended between 1974-77, along with other hundreds of other 11-14 […]

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Breckers Aren’t Useless

Within the past few days I’ve shared a trilogy of narratives (Lunchtime Lounging At The Griddle, …. And The Teachers Get The Money! & Duck!!) regarding whimsical, partly fictional, recollections of the Gateshead senior high school I attended between 1977-79. This education establishment, which became victim to the wrecking ball a couple of decades ago, going by the moniker of Heathfield. The school whose famous ex-pupils include footballer Paul ‘Gazza’ Gascoigne, orchestra […]

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Today’s literary effort sees the third in a trilogy of tongue in cheek narratives surrounding my attendance at Heathfield Senior High School on Low Fell, Gateshead. Sadly for the reader, my trinity of completed works isn’t as entertaining as, say, the original Star Wars or Back to The Future trilogies. In my defence, though, I’m not party to the huge multi million dollar budgets enjoyed by their production teams. My […]

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Basking In The Glory

Sunday 6th May – In Friday’s narrative The Last Ship I penned a parody review of Sting’s theatre production of the same name. A thought-provoking drama infused with music manifesting from the creatively fertile mind of the ex-Police frontman. Within the monologue of this offering I omitted to mention that during a former life Sting taught at the Newcastle school where a few of my cricketing mates studied. I don’t believe […]

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