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| Pip
Hambleton and I both arrived at Prescot at the
same time, September 1963, though from different
primary schools. We were put into the same tutor
group (it was IIIB2), since they arranged things
alphabetically for a term and he quickly became
the first new friend I made. Pip made a big impression on me since he was so different to anyone I had known until then. Things were changing in 1963, especially in Liverpool, and he seemed to be a major part of the exciting times I found myself in. He wore button-down collars on his shirts, his hair covered the tops of his ears and he wore Chelsea boots with elasticated sides. All this at a time when I was being sent to school each day in short trousers! He was irrepressibly confident and even eccentric (he was the only twelve year old I've ever known to suffer from gout) and he didn't hesitate to poke fun at whatever warranted it. This got us into trouble on more than one occasion but there were plenty of laughs along the way. We were both in A Man for all Seasons and we spent a lot of time together outside school playing guitar, though I could never get him intersted in football. I still
think a lot of Pip as someone who played a big
part in my early teenage years and I'm grateful
that I can still see us standing next to each
other in the 1967 school photo, doing our best to
look cool and detached. It was a real loss when
his family moved away from the area but nothing
compared to the tragedy we heard about shortly
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| My
first memories of Pip are of our days spent at St
Michaels, mostly playground times. Playing
marbles in the summer and making slides in the
winter (if it was freezing). I can remember that
Pip and I cleaned our bicycles in your parents
back garden. I seem to remember that your father
taught us to clean the wheel rims with silver
paper. It was amazing how well that trick worked.
I was really proud going home, my bike was like
new again. I also can remember that Pip and I
went hunting for conkers in the woods close to
your parents home. Those woods were far better
than the woods near my home on the other side of
Huyton. For some reason or other my memories of
Pip and PGS are a lot more vague. Because it was
such a vibrant period I have too many memories
which seem to somehow cloud the picture. David Stevenson [St.Michael's Juniors & Prescot Grammar School] |
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