Now they are a bit cunty, I went to one years ago for my “Normal school”.
Well I had been invited back to my other school for an event, I had to sign into reception and was issued a lanyard and chaperone (just in case I was a kiddy fiddler) and dragged off to meet other old boys (It used to be a Boys school, but now mixed…very mixed).
The kids had just done a route march of 4 miles, and we were there to meet them.
Our chaperones, sort of dabbled in conversation, but were probably secretly worried at the turn of conversation, The “old boys” are predominantly ex forces and of a certain mind set, that frankly does not fit with the new order as we viewed a number of the students not as potential colleagues but as security threats.
We regaled the chaperones with story’s of collective and capital punishment and borderline psychopath’s who had escaped detention in secure hospitals by volunteering as teachers at the school.
They did not seem to like this, they also made a point of explaining that “Shouting” and “Physical violence” was not permitted, they have probably banned coercive treatment like torture too, just we did that too each other with no staff involvement.
On the whole it was very disappointing, as one bloke said, he felt that his world hand ended when he went there, it was just bleak violence.
The good old days 😉.
So taking the wife there was a bit disappointing, instead of a look into a school that was a cross between the 81 film Taps and 79 film scum it turned out to be a bit of a multigender/ multiracial mincing show with a splash of tartan.
(and I did not get to shag my wife behind the water tower because the chaperone wouldn’t leave us alone)
Bit of a cunty day that was.
Nominated by Lord Benny.
My old school was closed decades ago and turned into a sikh “learning centre”.
It was an all boys school and on the odd occasions when I did turn up I was the nastiest, most unruly kid there.
A right cunt in fact.
On the numerous days that I didn’t turn up, preferring to be in the snooker hall, nothing was mentioned as the teachers didn’t want me there anyway.
Even if I could be traced there is no way that I would get invited to a reunion.
Good morning everyone!
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The school I went to was many years ago demolished to make way for a bomb site, and it has been rebuilt as something else at least once and I daresay today has been raised again for Rayner’s million homes madcap scheme.
They didn’t do school reunions in our day (unless you went to Eton or Harrow) just like we didn’t have all that “school prom” crap. I think we were better for it. Who wanted to meet up with all that shit years after we had been forced to endure them every day.
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Ahhh…’Scum’. How youth punishment ought to still be; none of this namby-pamby soft-touch nonsense.
Getting fucked up by pool balls in a sock should be the minimum these young cunts should experience.
A good laugh can be had by accusing someone in your group of knocking one out to the greenhouse scene.
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School reunions are amusing to see that the athletic lads are now fat fuckers and the snooty girls are also fat fuckers.
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On my last day at school I went from the end of the last lesson in the afternoon to the bike racks, mounted my bike and pedalled off home. I left behind all of my games/PE kit etc, as I would never need it again. I’ve never been back and I have no track whatsoever of any of my contemporaries there, pupils or staff. I intend to keep it that way.
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Ive been a school reunion.
It was in a pub.
And i was already well oiled before i arrived.
This woman was saying how she hated school as she was bullied for being poor!!!
For some reason this reinvention of her past irked me and i aggresively and loudly said
DID YOU FUCK!!!
She had a wonderful childhood the spoofing bullshitting little cunt.
Suddenly shes fuckin Annie?
Anyway im not going again.
I never liked them.
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The Macrons must have a dual school reunion – him with the pupils, her with the teachers.
Then she’ll give him a hand shandy in the bike sheds for old times sake.
Just like 30 years ago.
Ooh la la.
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“Emmanuel?”
“Yes Brigitte, my love?”
“We’re going to play mummies and daddies, who do you want to be?”
“Errr…daddy?”
“Okay then, come over here and suck mummy’s dick.”
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Hah! Lord Benny is actually Anthony Blare who attended Fettish College and I claim my crisp Scottish £5 note.
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It would be interesting to go to a school reunion with the old lads who were at school with Anthony Blair, Kweer and little Wessy of course (by the by Wessy and Kweer have kissed and made up – Kweer kissed and Wessy made up). It would be interesting to hear about that trio hanging round the school bogs offering blowjobs for a Rowntrees Fruit Pastille.
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When the deacon heard a new sin the confessional, he had to dart out to ask the choirboys what penance he should impose on the sinner.
“What does Father O’Flaherty give for a head job?”
“A can of coke and a Mars bar”
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At least in my day you learnt stuff instead of being brainwashed like today’s unfortunates 😩….just plain old gay/lezzer instead of LGBTQZX,trans would probably have been one chubby kid who had a pair of bigger tits than the girls 😁, climate change was summer hopefully 🥵 and winter 🥶 just normal really,no one saying kunta kinti built Buckingham palace, stabbing was mostly confined to the dinner table at your 🐠 fingers,coppers patrolled on foot instead of the tinternet,hurty words were taken and given 🤬 etc,etc ..the good ol’ days well seemingly they were 👍
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Learnt stuff? It’s 50+ years since I left school and if I’m honest I think I’ve spent nearly all of that time trying to forget most of the stuff that was taught at school. I mean, who gives a sh!t which King followed which or what Prime Minister signed this or that act. Loads of it was irrelevant. For examples I can’t remember the last time I needed to know what the Latin perfect, pluperfect or future pefect tenses of any given word are or what the capital city of Upper Volta was known as. All irrelevant stuff that serves / served no puposes other that prove you could memorise useless information.
As for reunions, no point personally as I’m still best friends with several of my fellow junior school urchins and see most of them virtually every week or month. As for my grammar school days the least said the better. The only interest I have in most of those class “mates” is seeing their names crop up in the obituaries columns. I hated most of them half a century ago and doubt anything could have happened since to change my opinion of them.
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Hear hear Dickie.
I was overjoyed last year to find out that one of our class bullies had croaked. It made my day.
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@dribbler…well at least the one bit of ‘stuff’ taught was that London was England’s capital…unlike today 😆
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Yes forgot it all.
So the other day I had to use natural logs and avogadro’s number I had to relearn it all.
After I used them I forgot it all…again
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I despised school from the first day set foot in the place to my unscheduled departure ten years later.
To this day, it still feels like I did a ten stretch for a crime I didn’t commit. That level of resentment and hatred leaves a mark.
The last school I kind of didn’t bother attending did have a reunion some years back. The invitation to which I ignored.
I felt this was the appropriate action as sending an RSVP stating the only time I would ever want to see any of you cunts again is if I was waterboarding you, with diesel would probably get me sectioned.
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EXACTLY how I felt Odin. My years in the RN were a holiday camp compared to the fucking dump I had to attend. I remember one lad in particular, spent from 15 to 19 in borstals, followed by a long stretch for armed burglary when he was 20. Not joking!
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The last school I went to now has its own on site police station.
The life ambitions of the fuckwits who went there were; entry level drug dealer for the boys and orange faced benefit breeder for the girls.
I learned more about absolutely everything important in life from my first two months on building sites than I did in any of the hell holes I went to school in.
I actually left a review a few years back that went something like: “I hate this place so much that I’m going to use it as mitigation if I ever get done for murder. Such is the long lasting damage it will saddle your kids with.” 🤬
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Never been to a reunion. Most of the kids at my school were cunts (not surprising given that their parents were mostly cunts of the first water) They only really seemed interested in wanking, bullying smaller kids, and smoking. Not much to celebrate.
Good morning, everyone.
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Never look back.
I visited my old university bar 4 decades later.
It was a Saturday night, when i was there, 3 or 4 behind the bar, packed with piss heads.
Walked in, tumble weed blowing around and one cunt behind the doing coursework on a laptop.
Couldn’t believe what we used to get up to.
The good daze are long gone.
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My first school in Bradford Manchester was Queen Street Juniors. In the same street on the opposite side of the road was Philips Park Secondary Modern. I lived in Princess Steet that ran parallel to both schools, allowing me to go no further than a few yards from my front door, during my whole school life.
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My first school was so rough they hold the reunions in Durham Jail.
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Ironically i reckon the only people who turn up to school reunions are those who still know eachother and talk on facebook every day.
Whats the point? Dick measuring contest for losers with jobs i suppose
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This is a picture of Peter Griffin at his high school reunion.
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTpDXg3OiQS8DxRUfV8BRusEIgNYXr54E7VwA&s
The model-variant is simply titled ‘Millionaire astronaut cowboy Peter’.
Sez it all.
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Never attended one.I hated High school passionately.My “peers” were wankers.They can all Smeg off.
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You never went to senior school, EW?
Didn’t you parents get in trouble for your ongoing truancy?!
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I dodged school no end of times 😁
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I did get invites to a few school reunions but I was living 250 miles away so never bothered.
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Chalk and blackboards, the stick (cane), caution radiators, proper pens with ink, old wartime soldiers as teachers, wood or metal work, assembly, wearing a tie, learning stuff which would earn you a living, fag’s and fireworks, penknifes, tit books, desks with lids, fresh air maniacs, getting slippered, heavy footÿ boots.
School demolished, never been to any sort of reunion,
Always go forward, reflect on past times, don’t try to re visit them.
Ooh the sun has come out, Mornin all
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Indeed Triton. The old saying, you can never go home, applies equally well to school. It wasn’t just a place, it was also a time.
And that time has passed.
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never been asked to a school reunion and to be truthful wouldnt go anyway didnt mind high school too much but primary was a nightmare, in the seventies in a scottish mining village the pupils one and only answer to any problem or disagreement was to knock fuck out of each other. teachers were fucking cunts, one i remember used to put the crate of milk every day on the radiator till it was hot before dishing it out, as an adult you realise he did this just to have his little fuck you every day. as a whole the standard of education was dire, the school football team was the big thing, as long as you could kick a ball they didnt care if you couldnt read or write and the usual blind eye turned to rampant bullying
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I went to school with Alistair Campbell and Gary Linekunt, why the fuck would i want to be reunited with them cunts?
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I have been invited to a couple of reunions but never been, I still bump into a few of the lads I went to school with. I don’t meet them socially, but on the whole they have the same view of the world as me, so we have a moan, and then I’ll not see them for another year.
The same can’t be said for the girls I went to school with. A couple of years ago I saw the girl I lost my virginity to, while I was at school.
I was 15 at a time, she was 16 and had left the year previous, it was always a treasured memory. Meeting her again shattered that.
She had been divorced recently, and was hinting, quite desperately, we have a rerun of our knee trembler.
She was nothing like the lithe bodied young lady I had fucked. Instead she was massively overweight, had greasy lank hair, a poor complexion, and was obviously desperate for a man just to call a husband, because she faced old age alone.
I chatted to her for a while, but never gave any hint of wanting to see her again.
My biggest fear was getting naked in the bedroom with her, and her thinking I had a “problem” downstairs.
When the problem is, she has turned into a fat cunt, who just wants an easy life, probably at the expense of a mans happiness.
Fuck school reunions, because time is not kind to the birds.
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Spent most of my school life not at Northampton school for boys, we had a bus pass issued so would go to the Grosvenor centre depot and then spend all day riding buses round the countryside.
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After that I was not at Callington Comp, used to get the train at Gunnislake and spend the day in Plymouth.
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