Weymouth Grammar School 1978–1980
Not feeling disposed to
entering the "real world" (something that prevails to this day), I thought I’d
stay on at WGS in the sixth form just to hang out in the Common Rooms and (some
may be painfully reminded here) commandeer the record deck to spin interminable
disco 12 inchers at ear-splitting volume. I lasted nearly one term before
finally being unceremoniously booted out by
sixth form tutor Mr Jacobs, spending the next few months either on the
dole or on YOP schemes before reluctantly entering the local Civil Service.
However, ironically I got to make more
friends through WGS once I had actually left the place (via the newly-discovered and
mutually appreciated joys of imbibing alcohol), so still got invited to (or maybe gatecrashed) WGS-related social events. And of course along with the
late lamented Woody Woodsford I had the disco setup that was engaged several times for
the infamous Chickerell village hall parties. On one occasion I even managed to
inveigle my way into a WGS disco despite it being strictly for current pupils only:
by good fortune Woody happened to know the DJ hired for the night, so with his help I blagged a gig as
a temporary "roadie",
hopping on the guy's van as it arrived at the school gates, then helping lug a few bits of equipment in before
spending the rest of the evening hanging out with my mates. Although I'm sure my
old nemesis Mr Jacobs suspected it was contrived, there was nothing he could do about
it hee hee!
Ross tells us how many birds he's "pull"ed...and what's his other hand up to?!?
John Travolta move over...
Dinger gets a dunking...
DJ Craig entertains a couple of his admirers...
new kids in town...
is that sign held aloft referring to Annie?
if proof were ever needed that 6th form uniforms shouldn't have been abolished... (photo: Paul Bishop)
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