SCHOOL PHOTO 1965 LtoR 1
SCHOOL PHOTO 1965 LtoR 2
SCHOOL PHOTO 1965 LtoR 3
SCHOOL PHOTO 1965 LtoR 4
SCHOOL PHOTO 1965 FULL
Christopher O’Neal L to R 4, bottom row, 6 in from the right 😂
Have enjoyed leafing through the blog – lovely yet at the same time gruesome memories. Would love to join you guys at the Victiria one time.
Am I saying this in the right place?
If I recall correctly the 1965 school photo was when one boy (unfortunately I don’t recall his name) appeared in the photo twice, by running along the back and squeezing into the top row again before the panning camera reached the position. By my calculation he appears top row 9 from the right in picture 4, and again 6 from left in picture 2.
Maybe someone has already pointed this out in which case apologies for my late participation.
This kind of prank was typical of my experiences at SCGS in the upper forms!
I have only just come across your site. Great stuff and good to recall. I was a student there from 1959 to 1966, studied botany, zoology and chemistry in the sixth form, went on to Exeter University, and subsequently had a career as a university academic at Keele, Newcastle upon Tyne, Nottingham, Southern California and Bristol, before moving to Rothamsted Research, a government supported Insititute,as Head of Cell Biology and subsequently Plant Pathology, 1999-2012. I finally retired in 2016,
Hence I now have time to look up this information.
Yes I am in the 4th Photo, on the left 3rd row down from the top
And I am in the front row, 6th from right in the rightmost portion of the photo. I don’t know if I should admit it – I was a mixed up kid and might have upset people; if so please accept my humblest apologies. Mark Sheridan – you were my good friend, I think we came through Junior School together and we went to see Ken Dodd at the London Palladium for your birthday treat. Correct me if I’m wrong!
I became a reasonably successful freelance Oboe player and still am – retirement is neither an option nor a desire.
Favourite teacher – the other (much younger) Mr Doig: inspirational history teacher who only stayed a year or two. I loved history for a year then Harry Zetter took over, sitting on the corner of his desk swinging one leg and reading verbatim from a boring text of which we had stinky purple Xeroxed copies. Utterly destroyed my love of history. Fabulous Mr Walmesley, Mr Lancaster, Joe Turner who in our first art lesson apologised for not being able to address us by our first names. So touching and thoughtful for a bunch of nervous first years (speaking for oneself).
I loved Mr Fifer (or Pfeiffer as maybe original) – but I only appreciated him retrospectively. Quiet and eternally good-natured, he came in for a lot of ribbing hopefully not from me but I was certainly guilty of not protesting.
Mr Lonsdale was also inspirational and surrounded by the mystery of whatever he got up to in the war years. Wonderful French teacher.
Mr Major was another really nice guy who wasn’t appreciated as a person – I think he taught geography.
I was beaten by Bas Hunt with his renowned slipper for sharing my answers to a test with my mate Gherkin (Keith Jeffries). We were more clued up about all that nonsense than I think many people realise: it sometimes seemed to be some kind of game, but I don’t doubt that there was plenty of psychological scarring for many people.
I would love to hear from my contemporaries, in particular Kevin Duffy who was the most civilised of all my friends, even though other friendships seemed noisier if you know what I mean.
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