tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post3511936698096849807..comments2024-03-26T11:27:35.814-07:00Comments on Tom Stephenson: The best days of our lives - not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-27536059773658775792011-02-17T14:41:50.205-08:002011-02-17T14:41:50.205-08:00Yep - the moths are crawling out of my underpants ...Yep - the moths are crawling out of my underpants and blinking in the harsh light.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-48395436672651438082011-02-17T13:32:47.511-08:002011-02-17T13:32:47.511-08:00tom
you can tell its spring
your sap is rising!tom<br />you can tell its spring<br /><br />your sap is rising!John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-40201099718098760172011-02-17T12:23:49.298-08:002011-02-17T12:23:49.298-08:00I'm not saying a word, Sue, other than the loc...I'm not saying a word, Sue, other than the local Comp must have been keen bird-watchers.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-74459855014888454672011-02-17T11:55:29.986-08:002011-02-17T11:55:29.986-08:00I went to an old fashioned grammar school. The gi...I went to an old fashioned grammar school. The girls had to wear navy blue uniform with bright red stockings teamed with flat, blue leather sandals (how does that grab you Tom?) Needless to say we were teased unmercifully by the local comp kids; we were known as Red Shanks.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10787732343048847565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-8107715635038736952011-02-17T11:33:30.034-08:002011-02-17T11:33:30.034-08:00Strangely enough, I actually like wearing uniforms...Strangely enough, I actually like wearing uniforms now, like black-tie (tuxedos, you yanks!), and - as you may have guessed - I like hats too. I have reached the age when I can where a hat and get away with it (or so they cruelly lead me to believe). I have about three which I wear, and one of them is a Panama in the summer. I make damn sure my trousers are long enough these days, though. The Nylon trousers weren't my choice, but the hat was.<br /><br />Have you got any photos of yourself wearing the too small, end of summer blouses, Weaver? You could cheer me up by posting them, and make an old man happy at the same time. (was 42 - 48 your bust size?)Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-42570466191771918942011-02-17T06:37:57.599-08:002011-02-17T06:37:57.599-08:00This brought tears to my eyes, Tom. I went to sch...This brought tears to my eyes, Tom. I went to school between 42 and 48 - and my parents had little money too. In fact they did the best they could but often I had to wear blouses which were too small until the end of the summer term - it certainly made we much more careful about the way I dealt with my son's school uniform.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-8496010363030767432011-02-17T06:36:23.348-08:002011-02-17T06:36:23.348-08:00Plastic trousers and a deerstalker and you're ...Plastic trousers and a deerstalker and you're trying to sound surprised that you were laughed at!!!<br />My school uniform list was as long as your arm, hats also being the bane of my schooldays - navy velour in winter, panama in summer, blue beret for mid-season and white cotton, 'Christopher Robin' style for the terrace and garden in hot weather.<br />Curiously, I now rather like hats and wish that I'd not thrown away my velour and panama. It amuses me when I see pupils leaving school at the end of the day with their determined efforts to individualise their uniforms.<br />At our younger daughter's school there was a swap shop where you could hand in any outgrown uniform and for just a small amount of money select the right size replacement .Share my Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08817611851604816123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-5064065140850592502011-02-17T04:41:36.275-08:002011-02-17T04:41:36.275-08:00I was the 4th child Tom, and often had to wear my ...I was the 4th child Tom, and often had to wear my brother's cast off school jumpers. I actaully liked wearing a uniform because I think I didn't look as poor as we were. When I arrived in Canada where only the Catholic shcools had uniforms, I was taunted because I didn't have the fashionable clothes that the kids were wearing to school.Razmatazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757164543598076420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-45371221213882222992011-02-17T04:16:11.492-08:002011-02-17T04:16:11.492-08:00Strange. I was about to post a piece about MY scho...Strange. I was about to post a piece about MY school days. But about the buildings; NOT the uniform. Why don't schools have their own shops. Clothes could then be bought and sold much cheaper; either new or second-hand.<br /><br />Hand-me-downs or clothes-you'll-grow-into should both be banned!!Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.com