For some reason, when I went to secondary school, I chose to go somewhere else and away from my friends. It meant going to school by bus. It wasn't a good named school and the first days were full of dodges from getting beaten or tortured by existing boys. It was a school split into Boys and Girls sections.
Anyway I did ok and enjoyed my time there reasonably well.
I was good at sport, so I was left alone because of this. We had the usual groups of morons who thought they were tough and caused trouble.
I had a few fights at school and could handle myself pretty well.
I wasn't brilliant in the academic area, mainly because if I asked questions in class, I was called a disruptive person and was punished with standing in front of the class, standing outside the class, having to hold or wear things on my head etc.
We had one teacher Mr Jarvis who i think liked me and at the same time kept punishing me. It got to a point where he upset the pupils that we got together as he drove out one day and we crowded around his car and then turned it on its side.
Triptons school for boys was known as a lower level school and full of louts!
Things I remember:
1. Cross country runs. when the sports teacher wanted tea or a rest we had to go on a 3 mile run along the pavements, around an industrial area and then back to school. I hated it.
2. Drama was run by a young guy and the bullies tortured him for our class. However, he was the first person who gave up teaching us drama and started to teach us computer language. This was my first encounter and stoked my interest in computer technology.
3. We had a craft teacher who taught us modelling clay. When he disappeared into the storage room we would throw clay balls which put holes in the storage partition. One day he was locked in his storage cupboard and we all walked out.
4. I always played for the school football team, which I enjoyed. I always thought I had a chance to make a professional.
5. Because fashion wasn't my thing, I did get ribbed a few times for my clothes.
6. The bullies pressurised a plump boy to fight me. I suggested he didn't as I would hurt him. His name was Stephen Poynton. We used to get along ok. Anyway he tried the fight, I hit him twice and he didn't get up again for another punch. poor guy.
7. I had a couple of friends who for some reason turned against me. Top this day i don't know why. We were friends for years. Anyway one night after school I was set upon by 4 boys. There was a crowd. Anyway, I gave what I could against 4 and it ended when one boy had me in a headlock and was strangling me. At this point the bullies took over and pulverised the 4 boys. However, I did see one boy that I got stuck into with a face full of blood. The bullies didn't bother me and were nice to me anyway after this as I stuck to my guns.
We did meet up with girls from school and I had a few girlfriends from there. all very innocent then of course.
Football and work was a big thing for me.
I played for several teams like Dagenham Docks, Loughton Town, trained with Chelsea, Dagenham and Rainham Town. I was injured from a Dagenham docks match at 17. The balls weren't as light as they are now and I was a winger for the dockers. After some rain the ball was heavy, but I took a shot from the halfway line and scored, but I had torn my thigh muscle and I never recuperated from this, so was often an injury for me.
At 16 I started work at the British bank of the Middle East as an archiver. I was biding time before I was 18 to move into the docks that my dad wanted me to do.
This was my first real introduction of fashion helped by my colleague Andy. I played for the football team as well which meant I spend a fair amount of Saturdays in the South of London and North of London at Bank sports grounds.
At this age I started drinking and got absolutely ill on Bicardi and coke and since this day i have never really drunk very much.
After a couple of years and I took my banking exams, I couldn't get a promotion or move departments to learn more, so I started to move banks and get promotions that way.
To be continued.....
Anyway I did ok and enjoyed my time there reasonably well.
I was good at sport, so I was left alone because of this. We had the usual groups of morons who thought they were tough and caused trouble.
I had a few fights at school and could handle myself pretty well.
I wasn't brilliant in the academic area, mainly because if I asked questions in class, I was called a disruptive person and was punished with standing in front of the class, standing outside the class, having to hold or wear things on my head etc.
We had one teacher Mr Jarvis who i think liked me and at the same time kept punishing me. It got to a point where he upset the pupils that we got together as he drove out one day and we crowded around his car and then turned it on its side.
Triptons school for boys was known as a lower level school and full of louts!
Things I remember:
1. Cross country runs. when the sports teacher wanted tea or a rest we had to go on a 3 mile run along the pavements, around an industrial area and then back to school. I hated it.
2. Drama was run by a young guy and the bullies tortured him for our class. However, he was the first person who gave up teaching us drama and started to teach us computer language. This was my first encounter and stoked my interest in computer technology.
3. We had a craft teacher who taught us modelling clay. When he disappeared into the storage room we would throw clay balls which put holes in the storage partition. One day he was locked in his storage cupboard and we all walked out.
4. I always played for the school football team, which I enjoyed. I always thought I had a chance to make a professional.
5. Because fashion wasn't my thing, I did get ribbed a few times for my clothes.
6. The bullies pressurised a plump boy to fight me. I suggested he didn't as I would hurt him. His name was Stephen Poynton. We used to get along ok. Anyway he tried the fight, I hit him twice and he didn't get up again for another punch. poor guy.
7. I had a couple of friends who for some reason turned against me. Top this day i don't know why. We were friends for years. Anyway one night after school I was set upon by 4 boys. There was a crowd. Anyway, I gave what I could against 4 and it ended when one boy had me in a headlock and was strangling me. At this point the bullies took over and pulverised the 4 boys. However, I did see one boy that I got stuck into with a face full of blood. The bullies didn't bother me and were nice to me anyway after this as I stuck to my guns.
We did meet up with girls from school and I had a few girlfriends from there. all very innocent then of course.
Football and work was a big thing for me.
I played for several teams like Dagenham Docks, Loughton Town, trained with Chelsea, Dagenham and Rainham Town. I was injured from a Dagenham docks match at 17. The balls weren't as light as they are now and I was a winger for the dockers. After some rain the ball was heavy, but I took a shot from the halfway line and scored, but I had torn my thigh muscle and I never recuperated from this, so was often an injury for me.
At 16 I started work at the British bank of the Middle East as an archiver. I was biding time before I was 18 to move into the docks that my dad wanted me to do.
This was my first real introduction of fashion helped by my colleague Andy. I played for the football team as well which meant I spend a fair amount of Saturdays in the South of London and North of London at Bank sports grounds.
At this age I started drinking and got absolutely ill on Bicardi and coke and since this day i have never really drunk very much.
After a couple of years and I took my banking exams, I couldn't get a promotion or move departments to learn more, so I started to move banks and get promotions that way.
To be continued.....
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