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About this blog
It's a mish-mash of things I'm interested in, stuff that annoys me, things that I just don't get and posts about writing my life story. I doubt anyone will actually read it, but it's mostly for me. I welcome comments and questions.
Really really really
Really really really It's a sad indictment of the way language is declining that the current generation can think of nothing more rich than really, really really, and really really really.
For the benefit of my generation I've provided some translation.
Young people: I'm really tired. Translation: I'm dead tired.
Young people: I'm really really tired. Translation: I'm exhausted.
Young people: I'm really really really tired. Translation: I'm completely and utterly exhausted.
Young people: That's really tasty Translation: That's very tasty
Young people: That's really really tasty Translation: That's utterly scrumptious
Young people: That's really really really tasty Translation: That's completely and undeniably delicious
Walden Way (Cheviots)
I was sent here when I reached the age limit for Tennyson lodge at about 13. The superintendent at the time was Ian Lawson. I was taken there for a weekend before I moved in permanently to see if it was a good fit for me. The small size of the unit was appealing and Mr Lawson was a nice guy so I was placed there permanently. I think that was when I transferred to secondary school as well. I moved from Broxhill to Dagenham Park Drive school. I forget the name now.
This was where I got my second dose of sexual abuse. Ian Lawson spotted and preyed upon my vulnerabilities right from the get go. Unfortunately for him, he took me away for a weekend to "The Hollies", a Barnardo's group of children's homes in Sidcup in Kent. He shared me with his friend who was in charge of one of the homes.
When it was discovered he'd taken me away without consent. He and I were quizzed about it and he was politely "asked to leave." The authorities knew what had gone on although I kept tight lipped and Walden way was closed down. I was sent to Hargrave house.
Reality TV Stars/Celebrity/Personalities
What does it mean to be called a reality TV star or personality? I believe the term star, celebrity and personality as it is used today, has been watered down. All you have to do to be called a star is appear on a TV show. The reality part of the term is also a misnomer. So called reality shows put contestants in positions that are so far removed from reality that the gap is galactic. You don't even have to win the show or be the most popular, just showing up and appearing is apparently enough to make you a star.
There was a time when being dubbed a star meant you excelled in some way. You shone above all others. A movie star had exceptional talent at acting. A sportsman at the top of their game could be a star in their field. You at least had to have some kind of skill or artistic talent that made you stand out from the crowd. This is the true meaning of stardom, or celebrity status.
It's a sad indictment of society today when you can have all the personality of a second hand jeep and still be called a star.
Chafford School, Ramsay nr Harwich, Essex.
I went to Chafford in about 1974. It's a stately mansion just outside of Dovercourt. It was formerly a remand home but changed to a residential school. A magnificent house with separate coach house and grounds, A modern school block including a full gymnasium on the right (see photo below) was added later.
From what I remember the stable and coach house was used by the gardening departement. See next photo.
It was a very unusual school, in that pupils that were not particularly academicaly inclined, were able to choose to from several classes that included: painting & decorating, gardening, brickwork and I think there was an electrical class as well. From that perspective it was a great school that could teach kids a trade at least, if nothing else.
People I remember were:
Reginald Arthur Swinford who was my teacher. The kids and staff referred to him as RAZ. Or as we called him, razzamataz. His initials being R.A.S. was how it came about. We called him Razamataz because he was nothing further from it. He walked a bit lopsised but he was the best teacher I ever had. He taught me about Pascal's triangle, Pythagoras's theorem and also made me precis the fron page of the newspaper regularly. It taught me to be succinct and he also made me copy a page of each letter of the alphabet in the style he had written it. To this day I thank him for it because it smatened up my penmanship.
Mr Gill was the PE teacher. Mr Passmore I think was the brickwork dept Mr Binns The gardening dept
Boys I remember are:
Thorogood Gary Gilling Malteese Partridge Paul Robinson (I think) Colin Murphy (Blond skinny lad) Terry Dempsey (possibly)
Tennyson Lodge
This was a children's home situated in Harold Hill near Romford in Essex. On the corner of Coleridge Roas and Tennyson Avenue. Aunty Laura and Uncle Ted were the superintendants. I have only vague memories of this place. It's been torn down and repalced with a block of flats, hence I have no pictures of it.
Hargrave House
I'd love to hear from anyone who went to Hargrave House.
103 Cambridge Road, Stansted Mountfitchet, Essex. This is Hargrave House. I lived there when I was about 13. It was a residential children's home in the 70's. I think I was there around 1973/4. People I remember are:
Mr & Mrs Ringer - Superintendants Mr Cannon - Staff member Mark Haddaway Gary Layte Robbert Ennis Peter Bishop Donald Gary Gilling (posiibly) Mark Stuart Billy (William) Tyrone Power
I've searched for years but there seems to be very little on the net from people who went there. I'd dearly love to chat tyo anyone who was there at the same time or even is not there at the same time as me. Some boys went to Stansted school, others, myself included went to Saffron Walden County High School.