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[Illaveago]

Same could be said for me and netball. And rounders. The joys of going to a very traditional all-girls school, alas... I like to get stuck in, so chose fencing instead. Something rather therapeutic about thwacking someone with a sword.

P.S. I did play football when it was eventually offered, and hockey. And quick cricket.

I can remember those sort of schools. We used to line up either side of the great divide and stare at one another at break times.

 

[Reynard]

I hate soup

maybe i'm eating the wrong kind

Which is what sort?

The minestrone was lovely. And with fresh home baked bread as well...

 

[Reynard]

I also had a go at ice hockey, but that involved too much colliding with the wooden barriers at the edge of the rink.

I've tried ice hockey too. My impression was that half the time, there seemed to be no puck on the ice, and the other half of the time, we could've decamped to a boxing ring...

 

[Reynard]

Vettel do.

That's just the start... Max as well, when it comes to the current crop...

 

[Reynard]

I can remember those sort of schools. We used to line up either side of the great divide and stare at one another at break times.

That wasn't possible for us. The boys' school was at St Pauls, and we were in the Barbican. Not exactly line-of-sight...

 

[Threevok]

Which is what sort?

The minestrone was lovely. And with fresh home baked bread as well...

The tinned kind.

I should make my own

 

[Illaveago]

That wasn't possible for us. The boys' school was at St Pauls, and we were in the Barbican. Not exactly line-of-sight...

We had two lines of trees which marked the area of No Mans Land patrolled by teachers.

 

[Reynard]

The tinned kind.

I should make my own

Tinned stuff is so-so. I do have a couple of cans stashed away for emergencies, but to be fair, I find tinned soup generally rather underwhelming. It's usually woefully underseasoned. I don't mind buying the chilled soups when they're on yellow sticker as they are somewhat better.

But no substitute for making your own. And it can be as easy or as fancy as you like. A crock pot is a massive help here, as you just wang everything in and let it get on with itself.

 

[Reynard]

We had two lines of trees which marked the area of No Mans Land patrolled by teachers.

I was half expecting barbed wire as well...

 

[Andy in Germany]

Same could be said for me and netball. And rounders. The joys of going to a very traditional all-girls school, alas... I like to get stuck in, so chose fencing instead. Something rather therapeutic about thwacking someone with a sword.

P.S. I did play football when it was eventually offered, and hockey. And quick cricket.

Hockey wasn't as bad, mainly because I could run fast, and also because the ball was at the other end of a stick, ie, well away from me. I also gained a reputation for a fearsome and accurate hit after knocking a ball through a chain link fence.

But everything else, I kept as far from the ball as I could: it was legalised bullying.

 

[Reynard]

Hockey wasn't as bad, mainly because I could run fast, and also because the ball was at the other end of a stick, ie, well away from me. I also gained a reputation for a fearsome and accurate hit after knocking a ball through a chain link fence.

But everything else, I kept as far from the ball as I could: it was legalised bullying.

My problem was that I wasn't a terribly girly girl. I *liked* to get stuck in.

I was too short for netball and rounders bored me to tears (preferred the intricacies of cricket). But I was accurate enough with a sword.

Loved football, because playing as a defender / defensive midfielder, I could lurk and the back, read the game and *then* get the tackle in.

 

[Illaveago]

I was half expecting barbed wire as well...

We had a strike once. We refused to go back in after dinner as we wanted to be able to meet the girls. We didn't half get a telling off.
I think it was a few years later that they started mixed schools.

 

[Andy in Germany]

My problem was that I wasn't a terribly girly girl. I *liked* to get stuck in.

I was too short for netball and rounders bored me to tears (preferred the intricacies of cricket). But I was accurate enough with a sword.

Loved football, because playing as a defender / defensive midfielder, I could lurk and the back, read the game and *then* get the tackle in.

I had the opposite problem: I couldn't see the point of rushing about to catch a bag of wind, especially as I was half the size of everyone else so it wasn't like I could do much with the thing even if I got it. Added to this a bunch of bullies 'teachers' who thought that making people 'get stuck in' was besically the point of games lessons and I quickly learned that the safest thing to do was make sure I was well away from the ball or pass it on to someone -anyone- else. Leading to the following memorable conversation with another pupil:

Pupil: Oi Short*rse! You gave him the ball!
Me: Yes...
P: But he's on the other team you idiot!
Me: Yes...
P: But then they'll score!
Me: I don't care: he didn't jump on me and knock me over and give me a kicking.
P: But that's part of the game!
Me: Not in basketball it isn't...

No, the one thing I learned in school was to hate team sports.

 

[Reynard]

No, the one thing I learned in school was to hate team sports.

For me, sports, team or otherwise, were a (sort of) legal way of getting back at some of the girls who made my life hell without getting a detention for it. If I got in a hard tackle, a sneaky elbow in the ribs or a bruising hit with a foil or epee, it made me feel so much better.

Teenage girls can be something cruel.

 

[Hugh Manatee]

Stupid hotel heating. Why cannot it go below 18 Celcius. Way too hot for me. Can't even turn the sodding thing off.




Drink maybe to blame. Surely people don't need that much heat?