The best I can do is my Physics teacher saying "I'm (Leuth), I'm special, I need to go to special school" in this mock-disabled voice after I deliberately got a question wrong, but that's more offensive towards developmentally-disabled people than to me tbh
George Fiefield, in the year below me, trying to break his own arm on a sink, to get out of PE. Wtf !
Poor George died of a heroin overdose not long after leaving school.
The cruel bastard Smith I knew was a woodwork teacher. I remember him canIng me with a length of dowling rod.When he told me to hold out my hand I did so with the palm turned up. He looked at me with those dead eyes of his and said in a whisper, 'The other way, boy' and then went to work on the knuckles. It hurt.
I can confirm the George(RIP) story, as I helped him achieve his aim. He was looking for 3 days off school, and ended up being away for 3 weeks an coming back with his broken arm in plaster. Was it Chalky White who was a cowson also? I remember being hit by a flying plimsoll in history once. Redskin, if you are who I suspect you are, your old man was probably the finest of all the teachers I ever met.
When I was at Eltham Green in the 1960's my Maths teacher Mr Epps smacked me so hard around the face for no good reason other than I disagreed with him I still had the hand mark on my face when I got home I was about 15 at the time. My dad went bonkers and was going to sort him out and believe me he was well capable of doing it as well but mum intervened and went to see Mr Epps.
He told her I argued with him but it was like a scene from The Sopranos she said " OK I will make sure he doesn't do it again but if you lay another finger on him the next person you will see will be my husband and he won't be so reasonable" all in a very quiet voice and somehow it was much more threatening. Brilliant I loved her for that
George Fiefield, in the year below me, trying to break his own arm on a sink, to get out of PE. Wtf !
Poor George died of a heroin overdose not long after leaving school.
The cruel bastard Smith I knew was a woodwork teacher. I remember him canIng me with a length of dowling rod.When he told me to hold out my hand I did so with the palm turned up. He looked at me with those dead eyes of his and said in a whisper, 'The other way, boy' and then went to work on the knuckles. It hurt.
Yep, that was him. Woodwork & Maths teacher, absolute bastard. He clobbered me because I was talking.
My grandad told me that when he was a kid, a teacher walloped one of his mates for no apparant reason. His old man (a docker) went to the school, met the teacher on a spiral starcase and punched him so hard he knocked him down the stairs and knocked his false teeth out. He got knicked and when the sentence of a £5 fine was read out, he simply said "it was worth it"
George Fiefield, in the year below me, trying to break his own arm on a sink, to get out of PE. Wtf !
Poor George died of a heroin overdose not long after leaving school.
The cruel bastard Smith I knew was a woodwork teacher. I remember him canIng me with a length of dowling rod.When he told me to hold out my hand I did so with the palm turned up. He looked at me with those dead eyes of his and said in a whisper, 'The other way, boy' and then went to work on the knuckles. It hurt.
I can confirm the George(RIP) story, as I helped him achieve his aim. He was looking for 3 days off school, and ended up being away for 3 weeks an coming back with his broken arm in plaster. Was it Chalky White who was a cowson also? I remember being hit by a flying plimsoll in history once. Redskin, if you are who I suspect you are, your old man was probably the finest of all the teachers I ever met.
Yes, Redskin is who you think and yes his father was a fine teacher, Vice Head & I believe Head Teacher.
There is an amazing story, re his dad of course. But I'll leave Redskin to tell it, if he thinks it appropriate.
Chalky White was ok, but I do remember his plimsoll
My mum absolutely hated the deputy head at my primary school (he was an infamous local rabble rouser in the labour party and, with my mum being a working class tory with a big mouth, that was never going to end well).
She had numerous run-ins with him (mainly about me) but got her own back on him when I - completely at random - pulled a bird at the venue one night, found out her full name by accident a few days later and told her I'd been poling his daughter. She was most amused when I recited the tale of him coming home in the afternoon one day and seeing me standng in the kitchen in my pants. He recognised me immediately, despite it being more than eight years since I'd seen him last.
Nice girl too. Not sure what happened to her - if rumours that she subsequently became a lesbian are true, that was probably my fault.
I went to Crown Woods. We had a form teacher/ pe teacher Peter Dixon. Lovely man until crossed. He would punish kids with the plimsoll; however, he would make you wait a week for the pleasure. I have seen the hardest kids blubbering at the thought. Then there was Robert Callaghan who burst into the room; swung a dead rat round by the tail and sent it flying into the back wall. Hence a lot of screaming girls and lads if we were honest. It was a big bugger.
Davey the French teacher - very handy with his knuckles brought down sharply on the top of your head. Barry (Geography) used to literally jump off the ground as he came down with his very thick soled plimsoll. And Nobby Clark, if he saw you talking in class, could hit a unknowing boy square on the temple with a blackboard duster (the wooden ones) from 30 feet.
When I was at Eltham Green in the 1960's my Maths teacher Mr Epps smacked me so hard around the face for no good reason other than I disagreed with him I still had the hand mark on my face when I got home I was about 15 at the time. My dad went bonkers and was going to sort him out and believe me he was well capable of doing it as well but mum intervened and went to see Mr Epps.
He told her I argued with him but it was like a scene from The Sopranos she said " OK I will make sure he doesn't do it again but if you lay another finger on him the next person you will see will be my husband and he won't be so reasonable" all in a very quiet voice and somehow it was much more threatening. Brilliant I loved her for that
Probably the difference beetween now and then Dave, it was a brave person who went in to see the school in those days, Remember a mate called Tarling getting canned at Bloomfield, he got it for talking from the music teacher, broke the skin on his backside........(Halford) who was a complete bastard, I think he canned more pupils than any other teacher, His dad came up who was in the police force, but was not believed, despite half a dozen of us saying it was another pupil. Complete opposite these days, the teachers ( my wife is one, as are most of her family) seem petrified of upsetting the pupils. I did exam invigilation recently, the pupils were well behaved, and the teacher's very supportive. Some very good young teachers, who had excellent teaching skills, were very patient but firm in there instructions. The school also had a good blend of experienced teachers, and younger teachers. It was a good learning enviroment, something I was not expecting. Yes there were a few challenging one's.
I do remember some teacher's picking you up by your sideburns,throwing chalk at your head, and had little control of the class room in my opinion, in the 60s.
My physics teacher Mr Boaywright had a right old go at me when I smashed some test tubes in the lab.
However, 20 years later when he was head master at that school where the teacher was banging a 14 year old and subsequently ran off to France with her, he didn't say anything.
I'm still upset by the double standards on display.
being a Catholic the first senior school I went to was St Stephens in welling, don't know if it's still there?
Mr Gardner was our games master and he insisted we didn't wear underpants under our shorts. we must of been the first kids to go commando and to ensure we weren't wearing any pants, he made us stand in a line holding our shorts waist band out, while he walked down the line peering into, it's amazing how nieve we were!
the same teacher also, decided he didn't believe me when I told him I'd fractured my elbow, piggy back fighting and couldn't do games, so he decided to try and straighten my arm and despite my screams thought I was trying it on and continued until my shrieks finally convinced him I wasn't trying it on but no apology!
Kudos (at the time) to the lad who phoned the bomb threat in from the phone box on the corner, just months after Alfie Knott our deputy head was shot by the Provisional IRA in his kitchen in Maze Hill. He had been mistaken for a top army man and survived thankfully.
However, on the day of the hoax, Roan school was evacuated and swarmed by armed OB and army. Think i had History that period... touch!
Kudos (at the time) to the lad who phoned the bomb threat in from the phone box on the corner, just months after Alfie Knott our deputy head was shot by the Provisional IRA in his kitchen in Maze Hill. He had been mistaken for a top army man and survived thankfully.
However, on the day of the hoax, Roan school was evacuated and swarmed by armed OB and army. Think i had History that period... touch!
Touch, maybe, but it is also the reason you now don't know the year William Adams set sail from Gillingham to become a Japanese Samurai, so maybe that lesson you missed was life changing? ;-)
Lots of Roan stuff on here. I remember getting off the coach at the playing field one day only to be met by Reg "Mental" Lentle at the bottom of the coach steps. He punched one kid really hard in the stomach and said "walked into that one didn't you Tebbutt?"
I'm not a man who 'does' regrets (if I did, with some of the stupid/nasty shit I've done in the past I'd do nothing BUT regret) but there are a couple of things I did in school that I'm not proud of.
The main one that sticks out is fighting a running battle with the English teacher we had in the third year - Mr Edge. He was obviously gay and - to a stupid kid who didn't much like him - this was something to be exploited. I embarrassed and humiliated him in front of the class on more than one occasion - the worst of which was a ten minute tirade where I literally swore myself hoarse at him. Poor sod didn't know how to deal with it (he was never cut out to be a teacher) but I just couldn't stop. Called him the most hateful things - thinking I was making myself look cool, when in reality I was just being a little ****
I wish I could go back in time and give myself a fucking good hiding for it - as it was, I saw him in Greenwich market a few years ago with his boyfriend/partner and instantly felt sick at how I'd treated him. Wish I'd had the nuts to go up and tell him I was a twat, but I couldn't face it
Oh, also, I smashed all the lights in the school one evening after detention for no reason.
Eltham Green 1983ish. On a trip to inverlever in we were in the mini-bus going back to the lodge after rock climbing when a pissed up English teacher, Mr Cooper, drove the bus into a roadside ditch. Had it been the other side of the road they'd have been fishing our corpses out of loch Awe.
Day 1 at infant school, had the 1/3 pint of school milk from a bottle that had been in the sun. Sat down to listen to a story, sun comes round and starts to cook me. The next thing is I have projectile vomited over at least 8 children, Calvin Carrington took the worst.
The next day unbelievably the same thing happened again, this time Howard Williams got the blast.
Not a lot of sympathy shown back then in 1966 either I recall!
Day 1 at infant school, had the 1/3 pint of school milk from a bottle that had been in the sun. Sat down to listen to a story, sun comes round and starts to cook me. The next thing is I have projectile vomited over at least 8 children, Calvin Carrington took the worst.
The next day unbelievably the same thing happened again, this time Howard Williams got the blast.
Not a lot of sympathy shown back then in 1966 either I recall!
I never used to eat anything as a kid and finally got sent to Mrs Wilson's office (scary head st days lane '73) who force fed me dinner. Managed to swallow the last bit before throwing it all up over her desk.
Day 1 at infant school, had the 1/3 pint of school milk from a bottle that had been in the sun. Sat down to listen to a story, sun comes round and starts to cook me. The next thing is I have projectile vomited over at least 8 children, Calvin Carrington took the worst.
The next day unbelievably the same thing happened again, this time Howard Williams got the blast.
Not a lot of sympathy shown back then in 1966 either I recall!
I never used to eat anything as a kid and finally got sent to Mrs Wilson's office (scary head st days lane '73) who force fed me dinner. Managed to swallow the last bit before throwing it all up over her desk.
Shouldve had a turn out in her cupboard an all, orrible bitch
Teachers were not meant to hit pupils when I was at school but this didn't stop an old Welsh chap called Mr Maguire launching (and hitting us with) black and white board erasers.
His partner in crime got sacked for losing the plot and bashing the crap out of a pikey boy with a massive maths text book. Little shite would have deserved it though.
My own charge sheet included
Weeks worth of detention for having an 'aggressive' haircut and spending a week sat outside the headmasters office. God knows how many detentions and bollockings for farting in class/assembly Expulsion later expunged for holding a fire extinguisher outside a window that got set off during a fight between me and a black boy called Corey. I actually thought I was doing the sensible thing by holding it out of the first floor window above a dinner queue because it stopped everyone's bags and shit getting soaked indoors. In full view of drenched dinner queue and teachers. Getting grassed up for cling film over girls toilets in last year of school. I got away with that one Numerous times parents called to school for bad language and was once accused of flashing when I was tucking my fucking shirt in after being told off for that.
My mate had a kink for pissing in crisp packets and leaving them ornately stood up in toilets.
I was actually a pretty decent kid at school I thought. The only thing I think I did that was unkind or genuinely bad was making an RE teacher cry by saying the bible was a fairytale for idiots (or words to that effect) as if there was a god why did he make people die young from cancer or let babies be born with deformations. A friend of mine from the year below walked in on this woman in the shower at a school camp down in Eastbourne (he was a disgusting little pervert then so I don't believe this was accidental) and said she had the hairiest minge he'd ever seen. He would have been 14/15 at the time so take this with the punch of salt it deserves. But he also made her cry when he said 'nice to see you with your clothes on miss' upon the return to school.
Lastly a very good mate of mine 100% genuinely had an affair with a female teacher when he was in the sixth form. He is now gay but a lot of witnesses saw the two of them snogging the faces off each other in a nightclub whilst he was still in the sixth form and she was still a teacher at this school. It was pretty newsworthy and I'm amazed nothing ever made it to press to be honest. Although credit to everyone who knew for keeping schtum
Really? I'm picturing the ice cream lady from the second series of the inbetweeners now!
The only reason that popped into my swede was me and a few old mates were talking about this chap and how he used to pull birds for fun so must have got bored and went to the rainbow team. In the age of social media we live in im pretty astonished it hasn't come to light.
I'll quiz him in detail some day about this (although I did, in depth question him at the time) it was more questions like 'what are her tits like' and 'does she make your call her Mrs xxxxx when your banging her'
He wasn't concerned about any legal ramifications at the time, he was just bothered about her massive rugby player husband catching him
- Getting caught by the same Miss Lawson at BGS with a piece of Cod in my blazer pocket and arguing with her for about ten minutes insisting I had bought it from home
- Mr Lyons a PE teacher (accidently) chucking a rounders bat towards the queue of those waiting to bat, everybody ducking except my dopey mate who is always about 10 seconds behind, horrific injury broken nose, needed operations etc. Very funny at the time though
- Mr Pullen always being about 10 minutes late to our PE theory class so it was normal procedure to trash the classroom as much as possible and clean up when we saw him coming, someone took it too far and chucked a chair at another kids head and split his eye open, Pullen was not impressed I remember him effing and blinding and us grammar school year 9's were in a state of shock.
- A crazy Nigerian RS teacher refusing to start the lesson until I left the classroom (every week) So had 0 hours of RS teaching during year 11.
- Getting constant abuse from my year 6 teacher at deansfield telling me how I wouldn't make it at grammar school and didn't deserve to be going there, went back to the school in my year 7 uniform acting like a cocky little sod and gave him loads of jip, regret that now.
- Found it impossible to keep my gob shut in class, always had to be the class clown, I remember once in year 11 my spanish teacher kept me behind and said she had spoken with my other teachers and they had seen a pattern that people in the class were scared to put up their hands and answer questions because they were too worried about me putting them down and taking the piss. I distinctively remember leaving school that day feeling quite proud of myself.
- - Found it impossible to keep my gob shut in class, always had to be the class clown, I remember once in year 11 my spanish teacher kept me behind and said she had spoken with my other teachers and they had seen a pattern that people in the class were scared to put up their hands and answer questions because they were too worried about me putting them down and taking the piss. I distinctively remember leaving school that day feeling quite proud of myself.
- - Found it impossible to keep my gob shut in class, always had to be the class clown, I remember once in year 11 my spanish teacher kept me behind and said she had spoken with my other teachers and they had seen a pattern that people in the class were scared to put up their hands and answer questions because they were too worried about me putting them down and taking the piss. I distinctively remember leaving school that day feeling quite proud of myself.
- - Found it impossible to keep my gob shut in class, always had to be the class clown, I remember once in year 11 my spanish teacher kept me behind and said she had spoken with my other teachers and they had seen a pattern that people in the class were scared to put up their hands and answer questions because they were too worried about me putting them down and taking the piss. I distinctively remember leaving school that day feeling quite proud of myself.
Nice. Remind me who your father is?
The aftermath of Parents evenings were a lot of fun in my house.
I stapled my finger in class once. The teacher had to take me off to Dartford A&E. I got a rousing send off from my class mates as I left the school in her Ford Escort as it was a double biology lesson and there was no one else to teach them so they sat around doing sod all while I was weeping into my tiny little war wound. That teacher hated me for some reason, no idea why, so it was very awkward to sit with her in the waiting area for two hours.
We had a horrible art teacher when I started but I didn't see him do anything bad though heard stories of him throwing blackboard rubbers at girls. He was carted off after being found talking to the wall in the art cupboard. Or something like that. Completely mental.
Eltham Green 1983ish. On a trip to inverlever in we were in the mini-bus going back to the lodge after rock climbing when a pissed up English teacher, Mr Cooper, drove the bus into a roadside ditch. Had it been the other side of the road they'd have been fishing our corpses out of loch Awe.
Blimey ...Mr Cooper - there's a blast from the past.
I didn't go in that trip but do remember the story.
About the same time he came with us on a Spanish class holiday to Barcelona. Think it was 1984 Ish.
Ended up with us getting pissed in someone's room on San Muguel and having to throw the empties off the balcony when the teachers came to check up on us.
Unfortunately many of the bottles crashed into an adjoining campsite and we all got treated to a day of cleaning up by the Spanish old bill.
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The best I can do is my Physics teacher saying "I'm (Leuth), I'm special, I need to go to special school" in this mock-disabled voice after I deliberately got a question wrong, but that's more offensive towards developmentally-disabled people than to me tbh
He told her I argued with him but it was like a scene from The Sopranos she said " OK I will make sure he doesn't do it again but if you lay another finger on him the next person you will see will be my husband and he won't be so reasonable" all in a very quiet voice and somehow it was much more threatening. Brilliant I loved her for that
Sorry to hear about George.
There is an amazing story, re his dad of course. But I'll leave Redskin to tell it, if he thinks it appropriate.
Chalky White was ok, but I do remember his plimsoll
She had numerous run-ins with him (mainly about me) but got her own back on him when I - completely at random - pulled a bird at the venue one night, found out her full name by accident a few days later and told her I'd been poling his daughter. She was most amused when I recited the tale of him coming home in the afternoon one day and seeing me standng in the kitchen in my pants. He recognised me immediately, despite it being more than eight years since I'd seen him last.
Nice girl too. Not sure what happened to her - if rumours that she subsequently became a lesbian are true, that was probably my fault.
He would punish kids with the plimsoll; however, he would make you wait a week for the pleasure. I have seen the hardest kids blubbering at the thought.
Then there was Robert Callaghan who burst into the room; swung a dead rat round by the tail and sent it flying into the back wall. Hence a lot of screaming girls and lads if we were honest. It was a big bugger.
Sadistic bastards all of them.
Complete opposite these days, the teachers ( my wife is one, as are most of her family) seem petrified of upsetting the pupils. I did exam invigilation recently, the pupils were well behaved, and the teacher's very supportive. Some very good young teachers, who had excellent teaching skills, were very patient but firm in there instructions. The school also had a good blend of experienced teachers, and younger teachers. It was a good learning enviroment, something I was not expecting. Yes there were a few challenging one's.
I do remember some teacher's picking you up by your sideburns,throwing chalk at your head, and had little control of the class room in my opinion, in the 60s.
However, 20 years later when he was head master at that school where the teacher was banging a 14 year old and subsequently ran off to France with her, he didn't say anything.
I'm still upset by the double standards on display.
Mr Gardner was our games master and he insisted we didn't wear underpants under our shorts. we must of been the first kids to go commando and to ensure we weren't wearing any pants, he made us stand in a line holding our shorts waist band out, while he walked down the line peering into, it's amazing how nieve we were!
the same teacher also, decided he didn't believe me when I told him I'd fractured my elbow, piggy back fighting and couldn't do games, so he decided to try and straighten my arm and despite my screams thought I was trying it on and continued until my shrieks finally convinced him I wasn't trying it on but no apology!
However, on the day of the hoax, Roan school was evacuated and swarmed by armed OB and army. Think i had History that period... touch!
;-)
The main one that sticks out is fighting a running battle with the English teacher we had in the third year - Mr Edge. He was obviously gay and - to a stupid kid who didn't much like him - this was something to be exploited. I embarrassed and humiliated him in front of the class on more than one occasion - the worst of which was a ten minute tirade where I literally swore myself hoarse at him. Poor sod didn't know how to deal with it (he was never cut out to be a teacher) but I just couldn't stop. Called him the most hateful things - thinking I was making myself look cool, when in reality I was just being a little ****
I wish I could go back in time and give myself a fucking good hiding for it - as it was, I saw him in Greenwich market a few years ago with his boyfriend/partner and instantly felt sick at how I'd treated him. Wish I'd had the nuts to go up and tell him I was a twat, but I couldn't face it
Oh, also, I smashed all the lights in the school one evening after detention for no reason.
On a trip to inverlever in we were in the mini-bus going back to the lodge after rock climbing when a pissed up English teacher, Mr Cooper, drove the bus into a roadside ditch. Had it been the other side of the road they'd have been fishing our corpses out of loch Awe.
The next day unbelievably the same thing happened again, this time Howard Williams got the blast.
Not a lot of sympathy shown back then in 1966 either I recall!
His partner in crime got sacked for losing the plot and bashing the crap out of a pikey boy with a massive maths text book. Little shite would have deserved it though.
My own charge sheet included
Weeks worth of detention for having an 'aggressive' haircut and spending a week sat outside the headmasters office.
God knows how many detentions and bollockings for farting in class/assembly
Expulsion later expunged for holding a fire extinguisher outside a window that got set off during a fight between me and a black boy called Corey. I actually thought I was doing the sensible thing by holding it out of the first floor window above a dinner queue because it stopped everyone's bags and shit getting soaked indoors. In full view of drenched dinner queue and teachers.
Getting grassed up for cling film over girls toilets in last year of school. I got away with that one
Numerous times parents called to school for bad language and was once accused of flashing when I was tucking my fucking shirt in after being told off for that.
My mate had a kink for pissing in crisp packets and leaving them ornately stood up in toilets.
I was actually a pretty decent kid at school I thought. The only thing I think I did that was unkind or genuinely bad was making an RE teacher cry by saying the bible was a fairytale for idiots (or words to that effect) as if there was a god why did he make people die young from cancer or let babies be born with deformations. A friend of mine from the year below walked in on this woman in the shower at a school camp down in Eastbourne (he was a disgusting little pervert then so I don't believe this was accidental) and said she had the hairiest minge he'd ever seen. He would have been 14/15 at the time so take this with the punch of salt it deserves. But he also made her cry when he said 'nice to see you with your clothes on miss' upon the return to school.
Lastly a very good mate of mine 100% genuinely had an affair with a female teacher when he was in the sixth form. He is now gay but a lot of witnesses saw the two of them snogging the faces off each other in a nightclub whilst he was still in the sixth form and she was still a teacher at this school. It was pretty newsworthy and I'm amazed nothing ever made it to press to be honest. Although credit to everyone who knew for keeping schtum
The only reason that popped into my swede was me and a few old mates were talking about this chap and how he used to pull birds for fun so must have got bored and went to the rainbow team. In the age of social media we live in im pretty astonished it hasn't come to light.
I'll quiz him in detail some day about this (although I did, in depth question him at the time) it was more questions like 'what are her tits like' and 'does she make your call her Mrs xxxxx when your banging her'
He wasn't concerned about any legal ramifications at the time, he was just bothered about her massive rugby player husband catching him
Think i could hazard a guess as to wich one mind
- Mr Lyons a PE teacher (accidently) chucking a rounders bat towards the queue of those waiting to bat, everybody ducking except my dopey mate who is always about 10 seconds behind, horrific injury broken nose, needed operations etc. Very funny at the time though
- Mr Pullen always being about 10 minutes late to our PE theory class so it was normal procedure to trash the classroom as much as possible and clean up when we saw him coming, someone took it too far and chucked a chair at another kids head and split his eye open, Pullen was not impressed I remember him effing and blinding and us grammar school year 9's were in a state of shock.
- A crazy Nigerian RS teacher refusing to start the lesson until I left the classroom (every week) So had 0 hours of RS teaching during year 11.
- Getting constant abuse from my year 6 teacher at deansfield telling me how I wouldn't make it at grammar school and didn't deserve to be going there, went back to the school in my year 7 uniform acting like a cocky little sod and gave him loads of jip, regret that now.
- Found it impossible to keep my gob shut in class, always had to be the class clown, I remember once in year 11 my spanish teacher kept me behind and said she had spoken with my other teachers and they had seen a pattern that people in the class were scared to put up their hands and answer questions because they were too worried about me putting them down and taking the piss. I distinctively remember leaving school that day feeling quite proud of myself.
We had a horrible art teacher when I started but I didn't see him do anything bad though heard stories of him throwing blackboard rubbers at girls. He was carted off after being found talking to the wall in the art cupboard. Or something like that. Completely mental.
I didn't go in that trip but do remember the story.
About the same time he came with us on a Spanish class holiday to Barcelona. Think it was 1984 Ish.
Ended up with us getting pissed in someone's room on San Muguel and having to throw the empties off the balcony when the teachers came to check up on us.
Unfortunately many of the bottles crashed into an adjoining campsite and we all got treated to a day of cleaning up by the Spanish old bill.
Good times