10th February 03:54
I left Scotland when I was in primary school, we were talking about
secondary schools I believe. I am still in touch with people I went to
secodnary school with. More to the point, so is my Dad.
I was just commenting that you were not enamoured enough of your own
experience to maintain ties with it, either on a personal level, or by
replicating the experience for your offspring.
Anyway, the original comments was "Schools like that teach their pupils how
to handle oiks and low class people". Would you say that such schools
formally or informally instruct future <ahem> "ladies & gentlemen" on
deportment when interacting with the "lower orders". or do they just learn
10th February 03:55
On the contrary I do still maintain contact with two people I went to
school with, as well as my old headmaster. As I have already explained
(do please read the posts first time round so I don't have to keep
repeating myself) I COULDN'T AFFORD TO SEND MY CHILDREN TO MY OLD
SCHOOL. Thank you.
One of the reasons I dislike corresponding with you is that you rarely
pay any attention to my replies, but instead concentrate on your own
agenda. I wouldn't mind if I could learn something from you. I know a
great deal more about Scotland than you do, as I was born and brought
up and lived there until as an adult I decided to emigrate.
11th February 02:04
How? By Ouija board
I SAW THAT THE FIRST TIME, however, I was under the impression that they
had private schools in beautiful British Columbia, silly me, excuse me and all that.
Oh, but I do, that is how I remembered this
It appeared right around the time I started reading this ng. I save a lot
of your posts and reread them. I was particularly touched by the one when
you told how your wife cried when you told her about Rita
"Years later my old headmaster asked me why I'd never sent my children
to a private school, citing "family tradition" and all that shit.
I explained rather ponderously that my father had died fighting
Fascism in WWII and I saw no reason to expose my children to its heirs
or spend my money having them brutalized by their peers to gratify a
rotten, outworn tradition.
My explanation was received with supercilious scorn and it was
suggested that perhaps the means were beyond my limited income and the
Whereupon I flared and said that even if I were a wealthy man, I would
not spend a penny to pay the salary of any school official who would
condone and support such a sadistic regime.
I added that the sooner such a mindset was consigned to the garbage
can of history, the better for Scotland. In passing, by the way, I
applaud the courageous Scottish schoolboy who launched the action
which had corporal punishment banned by the European Court.
Needless to say, my former headmaster dismissed this tirade as an
example of the rotten state of Scottish youth and in my case, the sad
failure of the system to graduate "right-thinking" citizens.
I was later gratified to read the report of his death in The Scotsman;
accompanied by the usual lies, fulsome praise and lamentations about
how Scotland has lost a great leader and example to the young, etc.
Scotland didn't. In my opinion it lost another pervert with severe
.....So, when you spit on the so-called "upper classes", remember that not
everyone is born with built-in ideas of social justice and a working
brain. Not that I make any apology for my compatriots; no doubt some
have reached the same conclusions as myself, but I don't have a single
friend today with whom I went to school and have never made any effort
to contact anyone from that time in the past 40 years."
In my defence I would offer the claim, that "my own agenda" is, at least, consistent.
Maybe I should have gone to a better school eh?
11th February 02:05
They do. I was talking about private schools in Scotland.
I recently asked my brother who lives in Strathpeffer (a small vilage
in the Hihglands) if he had ever heard anything again about Rita. The
answer was No.
The following is all true, except that you didn't know there were two
headmasters during my five years at school as the first, the one who
died later, retired during my second or third year there.
The conversation took place when I called the school to ask that the
school magazine be re-routed to me in Canada and the receptionist put
me through to him as he was apparently looking after the school
magazine in retirement, to keep himself occupied, I suppose.
After my wife died I called the second headmaster one evening on an
impulse of loneliness and he was very nice and consoling. The two men
were like night and day.
The two school friends I'm now in touch with got in touch with me when
they came to western Canada. I stayed with one of them last Xmas in
If there's anything else about my life you'd like to investigate; bank
files, health records and so on; feel free to ask.