tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post8232639750014448560..comments2023-10-04T14:28:47.430+00:00Comments on Worrapolava: I dreamt I was back in uniform...Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878198962300223830noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-3415823746574281532009-03-22T21:52:00.000+00:002009-03-22T21:52:00.000+00:00Actually, he wasn't the bloke he may have appeared...Actually, he wasn't the bloke he may have appeared to you. He hit me with a leather strap as thick as a bible and twenty-odd years later I can still remember him enjoying it. <BR/>And he knew I had problems being gay in that school but he never said a thing. He was a top bloke to a select few!Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08878198962300223830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-88121278866499728102009-03-22T20:54:00.000+00:002009-03-22T20:54:00.000+00:00thanks, i remember him.top bloke in my opinionthanks, i remember him.<BR/>top bloke in my opinionAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-5504325368625385482009-03-22T20:34:00.000+00:002009-03-22T20:34:00.000+00:00Dave Staypleton is a very nice man. Not even sure ...Dave Staypleton is a very nice man. Not even sure if that's how the name is spelled it was that long ago! Does that answer your question? Let me know! lolPhilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08878198962300223830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-38639412894525491172009-03-22T19:42:00.000+00:002009-03-22T19:42:00.000+00:00"That tit is now the Deputy Head (heaven forbid"as..."That tit is now the Deputy Head (heaven forbid"<BR/><BR/>as a former pupil (2001-2008)id love to know who youre talking about,<BR/><BR/>care to spill the beans?<BR/>even just the first letter of there last name?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-30446588043817088592007-05-12T17:49:00.000+00:002007-05-12T17:49:00.000+00:00Thanks for that!Thanks for that!D'luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01920860522649391365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-92124857510470982172007-05-05T17:49:00.000+00:002007-05-05T17:49:00.000+00:00Sunblest is the name of a daily mass said each mor...Sunblest is the name of a daily mass said each morning. It's a shortened version, and at St Cuthbert's, we had one at 8.30am every day and I don't think I went once. In La Tennant's time, it was probably compulsory.Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08878198962300223830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-90226468248966069522007-05-05T17:09:00.000+00:002007-05-05T17:09:00.000+00:00Forgive me, father, for I have sinned... and I'm B...Forgive me, father, for I have sinned... and I'm British-school / Catholic-illiterate... But what the FUCK is Sunblest?D'luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01920860522649391365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-4458062341926792822007-05-03T12:59:00.000+00:002007-05-03T12:59:00.000+00:00Fair enough. They're probably the soundtrack to th...Fair enough. They're probably the soundtrack to the thing that's happening rather than the instrument of change.<BR/><BR/>Concur, NT endlessly refers to St Cuthberts. There's a long-winded schpiel about it in A Life In Pop too.<BR/><BR/>Your Newcastle station story reminds me, back when it was released, I seem to recall listening to a song on their <EM>Bilingual</EM> album called <EM>The survivors</EM> following that journey 'cross a windy bridge, one winter night, past Embankment Gardens, enter warmth and light', presumably referring to Heaven. Though I don't think I bothered actually going into the club: one can take these things too far.The Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00002778113412823107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-56775029809094024442007-05-03T09:18:00.000+00:002007-05-03T09:18:00.000+00:00Ooooooh nooooooo. I wouldn't ever say a track, by ...Ooooooh nooooooo. I wouldn't ever say a track, by the Pet Shop Boys or whoever, has changed my life. Tad crass. Songs enhance life, yeah, but never change it.<BR/><BR/>One thing I've noticed though, Neil does refer to St Cuthberts a LOT. Every other interview there's a mention of it and it's far-reaching effects. <BR/><BR/>And when I was 20, I did indeed go to the station with a haversack and some trepidation and played that song on my walkman as I left Newcastle for Liverpool!Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08878198962300223830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2546277051105139271.post-87734083741759797032007-05-03T05:59:00.000+00:002007-05-03T05:59:00.000+00:00Oh dear Lord, on reading this post I made a noise ...Oh dear Lord, on reading this post I made a noise similar to the one that tweenagers emit as they ride a rollercoaster. Telling stories about how a PSB album track changed your life has me at hello. But! You actually went to the school that informed the song!<BR/><BR/>Next you'll be saying you went to the station with a haversack and some trepidation!The Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00002778113412823107noreply@blogger.com