Your alma mater

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[QUOTE 4718009, member: 259"]I don't know how the sods still manage to track me down, but I get this from both mine as well. My sister gets them from one she was sent down from [/QUOTE]
There must be a whole landfill site of begging letters that flopped though the letter flaps at my previous addresses. For the love of God, never give them an email address or a phone number. You'll have a charming young lady working her way into your bank account before the sun sets.

 

[tyred]

I was well posh - I attended the impressively named Royal and Prior School in Raphoe, one of 5 built in Ireland by Royal charter in 1608.

I actually gained my education in the school of life, usually by working out what not to do after repeatedly screwing my life up...

 

[growingvegetables]

Blimey what a shabby bunch of CCers no Harrorw/Eton Oxbride then?

Oh dear - I forgot to mention that Aberdeen alone had as many universities as the whole of England for a goodly while.

 

[Flick of the Elbow]

There must be a whole landfill site of begging letters that flopped though the letter flaps at my previous addresses. For the love of God, never give them an email address or a phone number. You'll have a charming young lady working her way into your bank account before the sun sets.

After many years of unsolicited glossy magazines and begging letters I rang up Warwick to request that they didn't send me any more. The woman I spoke to just wouldn't take no for an answer and was really stroppy about it. It took several minutes of increasingly heated argument before she agreed to my request. We parted on bad terms but it did the trick, they're never contacted me since.

 

[threebikesmcginty]

After many years of unsolicited glossy magazines and begging letters I rang up Warwick to request that they didn't send me any more. The woman I spoke to just wouldn't take no for an answer and was really stroppy about it. It took several minutes of increasingly heated argument before she agreed to my request. We parted on bad terms but it did the trick, they're never contacted me since.

I'm gonna start hassling you now instead to make up for your shortfall.

 

[Oldfentiger]

I spent 8yrs in Non-Ferrous foundries, mainly working as a freehand 'green sand' moulder in ornamental brassware (mainly fireplace components) in the 80s although we also did a lot of sign/ plaque castings for a firm called 'Nauticalia'

I always thought that metal casting with sand as a moulding medium was a combination of art and witchcraft.
I worked in a ferrous foundry, compressor crankcases of 25 tons being the biggest.
Tons, hundredweights, quarters and pounds in them days .

 

[Drago]

Blimey what a shabby bunch of CCers no Harrorw/Eton Oxbride then?

I was offered a place at Durham, and did the interviews for Cambers. However, i'd fallen out with my parents so left the sixth form and joined the Army to partly spite them. I didn't regret it, but did come to realise that career opportunities for people qualified to operate the MILAN and not a lot else were rather restricted, so set about rectifying it in later - but still young - life.

Having then done that, my parchment have never been any use whatsoever in getting me a job. Duh.

 

[raleighnut]

I always thought that metal casting with sand as a moulding medium was a combination of art and witchcraft.
I worked in a ferrous foundry, compressor crankcases of 25 tons being the biggest.
Tons, hundredweights, quarters and pounds in them days .

The plaque celebrating the Queen opening a building at DMU in her jubilee year was cast by my ex boss at JR Designs, mind you it was called R&J Castings when I worked for him (they went bankrupt in 1987 about 18months after I left)

http://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=t&rc...y=true&usg=AFQjCNH01gtiv3nINtRc-sNfq_F2YoxXbA

 

[srw]

There must be a whole landfill site of begging letters that flopped though the letter flaps at my previous addresses. For the love of God, never give them an email address or a phone number. You'll have a charming young lady working her way into your bank account before the sun sets.

Only if you're unusually susceptible to charming young ladies. If they ever get as far me, a polite "no thank you, and don't bother again" shuts them up. That's one of the advantages of getting undergraduates to do your cold calling - they're not very good at it. If I want to give money to my old college (I can think of reasons I might) it will be on my terms.

 

[srw]

[QUOTE 4717991, member: 259"]Nowadays you don't even need to know Latin to get an O level in woodwork![/QUOTE]
Terrible, isn't it? How the ignorant sods are supposed to know their surform from the square and their axe from their lathe without a working knowledge of Latin, old German and old Norse I shall never know. I hear that you don't even need Greek these days to get an HNC in oenology.

 

[srw]

Blimey what a shabby bunch of CCers no Harrorw/Eton Oxbride then?

Terribly sorry. I was at a minor public school before Oxford.

 

[gavgav]

The University of Wolverhampton

 

[the_mikey]

University of Plymouth.

 

[threebikesmcginty]

Kingston University London, so Kingston Polytechnic really.

 

[jefmcg]

Appropriately, my alma mater ("nourishing mother") had the motto reginae erunt nutrices tuae ("Queens will be your nurse-maids" - Isaiah 49:23). And before we were matriculated (from matrix - womb) an emeritus professor pointed out all of this imagery. And added that the place we were going to be matriculated was supposedly designed by Christopher Wren to look just a little bit like some the womb we would eventually be ejected from.

(His sister is a poet who wrote the screenplay for Merchant-Ivory Howard's End, and managed to get him a bit-part. Yes, I did start my adult life with a hell of a lot of advantages, and I'm sure it's been useful even if the specific college tie has never helped.)

Wait, what? Christopher Wren had a bit part in Howard's End? I'll have to watch it again.