Went to OTHS 60-65. What a BLAST. Useless academically but learned a lot more than I though, for that I'm grateful. Life, to me, back then was about fun. I suspect I grew my humour after noticing 'Big Name' lads seemed to like me and I figured the bullies would lay-off. So it was . . . RI in the library on Thursday around a nice table and I tore into the Bible, and our table became the bad boys, along with a few of the well-known hard-man. So 'little me' Mr Nothing learned a place in this mini-society. Even The Dome seemed to 'kind-of' like me, Tong the French teacher, Dixie Dean who was English and Football (he had the links to Utd and City) and sent the good players for trial (not me I point out, I dreamed of it though). Golly in the art room, missing his middle finger on his right hand (told different stories every week over pottery class!!), good art teacher though. Me and Lester Thorpe sharpened our comedic imaginations during a 'Golly showing-off session with his big, fancy art books'!He didn't appreciate us bursting out laughing during some big-time serious moment!! Joe Rocca, Geography -- what a gem of a bloke -- not to mention his famous question during class: "Are there any Ramblerrrrs in here?" Mr Fielding (Maths and maybe others, left himself open to pure abuse and open humour by walking into his first lesson with his flyhole open). '[censored]' was the first shout when he turned to applly chalk to board, and again, and again etc, etc!!! Chippy Wood, big tall Maths teacher, smashing bloke . . . but he wasn't too happy with the term 'Boney Dick' being yelled at him in corridoors and classes. Nasty Hulton (Houlton) Tech Drawing/Woodwork/Metal etc. Kind of a misfit. Harry Crossley (Arry Rag to us) Music and other stuff, just a gently bloke, probably gay we though?? There was a polish teacher too can't remember his name. The German teacher mentioned in and earlier note I do remember. In totality . . . WHAT AN EXPERIENCE. Ooooo, forgot, we had a dinner lady who was not very friendly and got angry if you didn't take 'the next plate' but selected one that may have more food on it!! So she would grab the meat and tear it in half and move it to another plate just to be awkward. She had a 'knife and fork' hair cut, and reminded me of a dog, so after me 'christening' her with the name, we produced pictures of a dog face and a thumb-crossed-with-a-fork (with line through it) and everyone wore the badges one day and refused meat where she was serving. Of course it devastated the poor woman -- I think back to such acts of protest and regret the extreme -- but there were no more thumbs in the meat. Neville Bowne, i kind of purist of life teacher, very appropriate in every way, but made the 'mistake' of chewing his food 30 times. His over-the-top mastication captured our eyes (the bad boys) . . . so, during his noshing and chomping just one dessert spoon loaded with mashed potatoes packed tight, could be flicked over one's shoulder with no chance of being spotted. Whether it hit or missed (him) it caused havoc in the packed dining room. So many more disruptive, anti-social antics, but I've gone on enough. You may hate me, and I would understand, but I'm not a bad bloke!! SOOO many more. Who went to Sivori's at the corner of Ashton New Rd???