Posts Tagged ‘1980s school’
Tuesday 7 January 1986
Whooppee! Thank you Jack Frost. No, I don't mean the grumpy TV 'tec (David Jason was still busy with Del Boy). No, I mean, the Jack Frost who brings us cold and snow. Yes! We were sent home from school at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Apparently, the snow was pretty heavy. We had a snowball fight outside(!) at 7.30.
The best news of the day however, was the new series of Grange Hill. Yesssss! Get in there! We all loved Grange Hill, didn't we? The only thing slightly odd about it from a realists point of view - you know, like what I was in the 80's - was the complete lack of swearing. Yes, I know now that it was on at prime time for kids, so there wouldn't be any swearing, but it was odd to see Gripper Stebson, Roland Browning's would be nemesis, angry and frustrated with the Space Invaders machine in the local chippy, thumping it and yelling... "Sugar!" at it. Priceless.
Even Ben Elton picked it up, "Aw come on Mr Liberal, we're the only kids on telly who don't say f........"
Wednesday 8th January 1986
Thanks to the snow, we had a day off school. The diary entry looks as if the author has been blinded by the snow. I'll quote it at length "snow still here, still snowing this morning. Afternoon snow thawing slow. Snowed a bit more - not much. TV - crap. Bed at 20 to 10 early night!!" Phew! What utter drivel eh?
Friday 10th January 1986
By now, the snow had all gone. It had rained overnight, and was now quite windy. My aunt and cousin came to visit, and my mum went to visit my grandmother in hospital. School was uninteresting.
Tuesday 14th January 1986
Another windy day, and a cold one too. School was "dead boring", apparently I played football in games. I do remember this a certain annoyance. Not that I played football, I was a 16 year old boy - what's not to like about playing football? No, my gripe was that we, as the boys, were forced to go outside and play football, whilst the girls, were allowed to have the gym set up for them, to play badminton and other such crap sports, in the warm, whilst we had to go out in the cold. Shame eh? What's that line about the playing fields of Eton...?
Anyway, enough whinging, whilst we were enduring our "dead boring", cold and windy day at school, Micheal Heseltine (who he? - my diary comment) was busy at it down in Westminster.
Wednesday 15th January 1986
A day of rain, today. I report on a defection to me mate's team of one of my players for our grand match on the coming Saturday. Come to think of it now, the guy who defected wasn't that good at football, and in any case, I don't think that he actually turned up anyway! I didn't do much homework in the evening, just a spot of Physics.
On the sporting front, Liverpool beat Spurs in the Screensport Super Cup by 3 goals to nil. Ian Rush grabbed two and Mark Lawrenson scored the other.
Thursday 16th January 1986
O o oh! Forget the politics in Westminster... this blessed football match on Saturday is causing ructions! One of our team, a vice captain if you like, has only gone and asked one of the better players in school to play in our team! Is this cheating? Or it is merely selecting the best players from the pool available... I guess I was quite naive. It's only what happens in real football.
We had a power cut at school. It was a really cold winter remember, so this must have caused some issues wrt the heating. And, I guess we were cold. However, the power cut didn't stop us watching a video in English. We were studying Arthur Miller's The Crucible. The one about the witches in Salem, Massachusetts. So we were all of us going round quoting phrases (well one phrase) from the play - 'Be you John Proctor...?' Kids, eh? No appreciation of a modern classic. Peasants!
Friday 17th January 1986
Ooh... fall out from the news regarding our new recruit? No, it's a bit of a damp squib really. The opposing captain takes the news quite well really. As I note, he was probably glad at the prospect at a bit of a better game. As I noted though, "they'll still beat us probably."
Game on for tomorrow...
Monday 20th January 1986
It gets better. Today, we went to school, came home from school and in between, schol was boring. Again, it was windy and it rained, and I did some homework. Ah! The lives of the rich and famous...
Tuesday 21st January 1986
Today was a better day because I played football. As I noted, 'me and ***** played football in games, one-a-side. I won 15-11.' In the evening, I filled out my application form for Sixth Form College. Quite how long it took I dont know, but I do know that I wished that I hadn't. I hated sixth form. Two years of my life wasted, trying to hang around with people with whom I was only really passing acquaintances with at secondary school. I think that it was only by the time I had got to 18 that I realised that I had to stop this nonsense and start living my life, and not trying to follow others around. Others, lets not be too coy about this, that weren't interested in me. Others who would tolerate my presence, but didn't miss me when I wasn't around. You know, wouldn't wait for me at lunchtime kinda thing. But heck that was still to come in my life at the moment I was still having fun playing one-a-side football with *****.
In sport, Liverpool beat Ipswich Town 3-0 in the Milk Cup quarter final at Anfield. The goals coming from Whelna, Rush and Walsh.
Wednesday 22nd January 1986
Today started with rain, but it did get better. We were given a lot of Physics homework, but fortunately, not much else. I reported that the bus was late - at which end of the day I make no comment. I do make comment on an altercation that I had on the bus with someone. Apparently, I 'almost kicked [him] in the head but I stopped(?)'. Indeed. Testosterone fuelled nonsense on the school bus.
