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| 'Ello My 'Ansome - School |
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Page 1 of 3 Ee’s some lovely to see ee. Commost on in. I’ll put on a nice dish of tay and we can have a sit down. Mind you, I b'lieve we de need a cup of tay today, or maybe even a pint or two down the Fast and Loose after yesterday. How old was they s’posed to be? Eight! More like 18 if you de ask me. Whaddee mean? Dear little boys and girls. That ginger one was evil and most of the rest of ’em was hellards too if you de ask me. No, I aren’t too hard on ’em and no, I blieve we wadn’t nearly so bad as that when we was their age neither. I tell ’ee what, if it weren’t for that Miss Blewitt I would have been out of that school, runnin’ like a long dog after the first five minutes. No, I haven't got no particular interest in Miss Blewitt but you'll have to admit she's a fitty young bit of stuff. No, I aren't goin’ red. My gar you, I’m old enough to be her grandfather and she don't look much more than 15 if you de ask me. How they de appoint such young little bits of girls to be teachers these days I’m sure I don't knaw. Ess, I'll give ee that. She waddn’ havin no nonsense from none of ’em was she? And she kept ’em quiet and in their seats for the whole hour. How they de do it all day, every day is beyond me my ’ansome. I don’t think I'd last a week. I just wish that they hadn’t left us in the room on our own with ’em til she come along. We shouldn't have to put up with things like that. Not at our time of life.  Children at St Just School proudly present their projects on choughs. Perhaps they might like a tale from Randle? Well, I got asked because somebody read my little bits of articles in the magazine and thought it would be a good idea if I could go in and leave the dear childer knaw what life was like when we was little tackers. Why did I ask you to go too? Well I thought you might like to come ’longside of me ’cos you’re generally moanin’ about not havin’ much interestin’ to do come Friday. All right, I'll buy ’ee a pint to make it up to ’ee, even if you never come off nowhere near so bad as me. You just sat at the back and never said a word. That ginger one, he asked me if you was my minder, come to look after me ’cos I waddn’ used to bein’ out of the old folk’s home on me own! Cheeky little bucca. And I don't remember hearin' nothin' from you in my defence neither. I was all for givin’ he a clip round the ear but Miss Blewitt said as how they waddn’ allowed to do that no more. My gar! When we was up school I don't remember nothin’ much ’cept for clips round the ear, rulers over the knuckles, gym slippers on yer backside or a good hidin’ with the cane from the headmaster. |
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