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Prescotia |
The
Website for former pupils of the Prescot
Grammar and Prescot Schools |
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| Your chance
to confess your
Prescotian sins and seek
absolution! |
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Dear
Prescotian, my confession is, I
WAS PERCY. That may not mean a
lot to many of you, but it might
mean something to Peter Barlow.
About nine years ago, Peter began
receiving mysterious messages
from a man named Percy, who
claimed to be speaking on behalf
of the students. Percy would
write some rather cheeky letters,
complaining about various aspects
of school life and demanding that
action be taken. I took great
care to embellish the letters
with every kind of familiarity
and liberty that I would never
have gotten away with were it not
for the pseudonym. The funniest
part was that Peter began to
suspect Andrew Peckham of being
the culprit, Andrew being head of
music at the time (perhaps still
is, I do not know). Andrew knew
it was me, and immediately ratted
on me (the sneak) when he saw he
was the main suspect. Good on
Peter! He refused to believe that
a sensible, well-behaved boy like
David Kernick could ever be
behind such a scheme, and Peter
continued to believe Andrew was
responsible. Thanks, Andrew, for
carrying the can! [David
Kernick] |
| Dear
Prescotian, my confession is,
that as second year pupil, I did
not put my RE homework into Mr.
Alfie Baxter's locker because I
hadn't done it! However, my real
shame is that I lied bare-faced
and so convincingly when Alfie
handed back the marked books to
the class. My truth economy,
managed to convince him that he
must have lost my book! He even
gave me a chit to go to the book
office [run by the ferocious Mr.
Scott] and receive a free new
exercise book. I look back at
this event some 46 years ago with
no triumph especially as Mr.
Baxter was such a genuinely kind
man. The night before I started
my teaching career, my father
passed on this memorable advice,
"You can be as soft as my
old cap, but if you are fair then
you will be respected". It
could not apply to anyone more
than Mr. Baxter! [The
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Dear
Prescotian, my confession is, about
my most striking, and memorable,
sinful act was one lunch hour.
This would have been in Summer
1948 and we had scoffed our
school lunch, had the usual extra
pudding (obtained by concealing
the first one we received under
the table on our knees). When we
came out there was still about 20
minutes or so left and some
bright spark suggested that one
of us nipped in to town to get
some portions of chips. Turned
out that I, muggins, got the job
and so I sneaked out over the
front wall by going behind the
still extant brick built air raid
shelter at the top corner of the
yard. All went well and I was
coming back but spotted FAB and
Hammond (eggs) in the yard
chatting about something.
Crossing the road I walked well
past the front of the school
behind a slow moving vehicle and
then crossed over again opposite
- as I thought - the Art
classroom. I had however gone way
too far along and when I took |
| a jump at the wall
and rolled over, still clutching
the bag of chips, I landed in a
flower bed. That is right! if you
remember the layout of the time.
I landed in a flower bed in RSB's
front garden and as luck would
have it the ogre himself was
taking a postprandial stroll in
his garden. Needless to say I was
told to leave my packet of chips
there and go wait outside his
office. It seemed ages but when
he arrived and Miss Bowley (?)
left the office at his bidding I
was called in and given "six
of the best". [Ted
Moore] |
| Dear
Prescotian, my confession is, I used to hang
around on the Recreation Grounds
between PGGS and the football
ground. Not far away in Park Road
lived our headmaster JCS Weeks.
During the Autumn term it was
always a laugh to climb over the
wall onto the PGGS field and then
make my way over to the garden of
JCS Weeks which backed onto that
playing field and creep onto his
property to rob a few apples.
Other gardens had apples just as
good of course but there was that
extra thrill of maybe getting
caught by the head that made the
little escapade even more
exciting. Luckily I got away with
it each and every time. Maybe he
went to bed early and was
completely oblivious to the fact
that his apples were turning up
at PGS the very next day.
[Ian Thorogood] |
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Dear
Prescotian, my confession is, that
I was always a goody goody at
school up until we merged with
those pesky boys in the 3rd
yr.Then things turned and through
their bad influence I actually
skived a double sewing lesson.
Escaping out of school mid
afternoon via the gate in the
spinney.By the way readers my
brothers confession about
stealing apples ended with the
police bringing him home. I
remember it well shame he didn't!
[Carol
Thorogood] |
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