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Bilborough 1957-2000
Portrait of a College
Part II - Bilborough Grammars School
Work and Play - Barrie
Cholerton (Biology, 1/1960-69)
Bilborough: A Personal View - M D Clark
(History, 1961-65)
A Warm Welcome - Mike Robinson
(Chemistry, 1962-97)
Bilborough Remembered - Robert Breckles
(1959-1966)
Good Sports - Mike Upton (1959-66)
Bilborough Grammar School based on
correspondence from Melvyn Hill (1962-67)
Work and Play
Barrie Cholerton (Biology, 1/1960-69)
The Biology department was started in 1957
with Dr A Pennell and Mr R Slatter and had its first full
five-year O-level course established by 1961 when it took in
its first A-level students. Up to 1961 a certain amount of
pre- O-level Biology teaching had taken place at both the
William Sharp and other sites preparing pupils for both
O-level and ULCI examinations.
During these early years all the O-level
teaching had taken place in the lower laboratory (B1) which
had windows bordering the drive and tennis courts as well as
on the stairs which led to the upper laboratories in B block.
Views into the laboratory from these windows as well as from
outside meant classes were taught with an appropriate
'Goldfish Bowl' exposure. Explosions of class
laughter were produced as they recognised that their teacher
had been observed by other children or members of staff who
had stopped to watch. Additional distractions were always
present from the adjacent tennis courts. Recollections of
this period include the frequency with which one could easily
fall off the teaching bench rostrum end whilst in the full
flow of teaching (it always seemed very high) and the Monday
morning discovery of clouds of houseflies which had hatched
from an overlooked culture.
Over many years the department welcomed
students from the University Department of Education,
Loughborough and Nottingham Training Colleges who spent part
of their School Practice with us. Student teachers always
commented on the helpful nature of the classes that they had
observed and taught.
The need for additional Biology laboratory
space had been recognised earlier and, previous to 1961 work
was started to convert an upper room in B block into an
advanced laboratory, B2. Its small size and consequent lack
of storage space were always to be a problem but it soon
became established as the A-level laboratory. Over the period
1960 to 1970 the teaching staff of the department increased
to support the development of the subject and we were pleased
to welcome V Lezemore, D Hay, A Frodsham, J Sillitoe, D
Gingell, J Jarvie, P Sherratt, D Bland.
A personal interest in athletics and
sports led to involvement in these school activities from the
start. Having been associated with County schoolboy Rugby for
several years previously, I was 'recruited' (under
the strict guidance of the PE department) to help introduce
and teach the elements of the game to the first year pupils.
To those boys who knew little of the principles of the game -
the majority - the first lessons were always confusing, but
always fun! Preventing thirty players converging on the
kicked ball was always the difficulty at the start, but as
each boy established his playing role recognisable patterns
of forwards and backs began to emerge. Subsequently each
first year provided a school representative side - a team of
energetic, enthusiastic and knowledgeable players - the under
12 XV. As they developed an understanding of the game regular
fixtures were played against local schools. It was always a
pleasure to be associated with such a keen, young side.
During the early part of the development
of the school it was realised that no arrangement had been
made for swimming activities. A Swimming Club was soon formed
which allowed for a short period of voluntary swimming to be
available for both pupils and staff at Radford Baths after
school. Attendance varied, and although recognised as a
'recreational' activity, the occasions remained a
very satisfying fun-pursuit. For some wishing to take
advantage of the opportunity to swim it was a chance to learn
and improve their swimming.
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Bilborough: A Personal View
M D Clark (History, 1961-65)
It was the Gręco-Roman costumes that did
it. Lurid turquoise costumes at that. The sun helped, I
suppose, but walking down the drive towards the main building
for the first time, with a class of girls playing netball on
the tennis courts looking for all the world like extras from
a Leni Riefenstahl film, I decided that this was the place.
Everything seemed vibrant and exciting. I could even see a
Victorian folly over the roof tops (it turned out to be the
Elizabethan Wollaton Hall). After three interviews that week
looking for a first post after PGCE which were heart sinking
experiences (though I would have accepted any one of them, I
suppose) this time, I felt instantly that this was where I
wanted to be. The feeling never once went away all day and my
only worry was that, being so terribly tired, I would give
the impression that I was uninterested in the post.
We, the candidates, assembled in the staff
room and were first addressed by a kindly looking deputy head
who had no office of his own but kept his desk in the main
staff room. People greeted us very cheerily and, indeed,
cheer was the operative word. Why, I thought, is everyone so
happy? They all seemed to be, except the caretaker I was
sitting next to. I knew he was the caretaker because he wore
a sports jacket that had seen better days and he made liberal
use of an adjective at that time not normally in polite use.
He was also very glum.
Then I noticed an O level history paper in
his hand. Oh dear, I thought. Perhaps he is a history
teacher. Surely not. At this point a woman who clearly was a
teacher (she was wearing a gown and was very smartly dressed)
came up to us.
"What did you think of today's
paper, Jean?" asked the weary sports jacket.
"I thought it was rather
difficult," replied Jean.
"Difficult? Difficult?" said the
sports jacket, "I thought it was a bloody sod!"
I was right first time. He had to be the
caretaker. I tentatively turned to him and asked if he could
point out the head of history to me. "That's
me," he said. "It's a bugger, this interview
thing, isn't it? Are you the rugby player?"
Roy's colourful language was not the norm in the
Bilborough staff room; indeed, it was the exception. He was
excused this particular eccentricity because of his
generosity of spirit, his expertise as a teacher and his
enthusiasm for under 15 rugby. And, yes, I was the rugby
player and I got the job.
Roy later told me that the only tricky
part of my appointment process was when the Head had to
persuade the Chairman of Governors that a candidate should
not be eliminated simply because he had fallen asleep during
the interview. I was introduced to the head of PE who had so
much energy it wearied me looking at him but the warmth of
his welcome, and indeed, of everyone I met that day, was
wonderfully encouraging. As I was leaving the head of English
sidled up to me and said, "I see you've done a bit
of acting . . . " Good Lord, I thought: did everyone
read my CV!
My impression, formed at that first
meeting, that this was a happy staff room proved correct. It
was appreciably younger in feel than any other staff room I
had visited (my teaching practice school in Tiverton issued
zimmer frames each term with the registers) and quite visibly
and audibly buzzed. Only Harry Peake would have been able to
verify this but, having selected his departmental heads for
this new school, it seemed as if he set out deliberately to
recruit young, energetic and ambitious teachers to fill those
departments. You get more mileage from young willing horses
than tired old nags seemed to be the philosophy and many of
the assistant teachers were in their first posts.
It was certainly policy that young
teachers were encouraged to take on responsibility additional
to their teaching. Much of this work was purely voluntary and
concerned extra curricular activities. It was a rare
Bilborough teacher indeed in those days who did not give up
an early evening and/or Saturday morning to provide the
pupils of the school with a very broad curriculum. Some of
the responsibilities, however, involved administrative duties
and these not only provided in-service training but also
allowed for special responsibility allowances to be paid.
Quite where all the 'points' came from I cannot tell
but I can only assume that the funding arrangements for
grammar schools were very generous.
The staff had no difficulty in finding
fading athletes among its ranks, seeking glory late in
sporting life, to turn out for staff sides against the
pupils. The staff also contributed heartily to musical
productions - perhaps too heartily, for whether it was
Purcell or Sullivan a pupil had to be exceptional to get a
solo part ahead of a teacher. This did, however, have the
beneficial effect of the pupils witnessing at close quarters
the camaraderie among their teachers. This was a staff which
worked and played together - there was an active social life
beyond the school. Mutual support was a rounded thing.
I cannot recall any teacher opting out of
assemblies for non-religious reasons in those days and these
were unashamedly and overtly Christian acts of worship. It
would, I believe, be true to say that there was a positive
Christian ethic in the school, not simply because of the
Head's own beliefs but because, broadly, the essence of
those beliefs were shared by a substantial number of the
teaching staff. Any observer of Bilborough, not just in its
grammar school days but also during its subsequent life as a
sixth form college, might comfortably come to the conclusion
that, whether by design or accident, that ethos remained a
characteristic feature. This has never been a proselytising
or overbearing force but has been a gentle acceptance that
there is a morality more important even than curricula,
entitled, national or otherwise.
Like all those young teachers of my
generation I was encouraged by Harry the Head to look for
promotion and I moved on after just four years. I did,
however, return to Bilborough in another guise some years
later - as a parent. Two of my children elected, with my
blessing, to have their sixth form education at Bilborough. I
had been away 13 years, so to speak, and the grammar school
was now a sixth form college but, curiously, it had much the
same atmosphere. The building was in need of a coat of paint
and the Gręco-Roman kit had gone but the atmosphere in the
staff room was much the same - indeed, some of the staff were
the same. Perhaps the policy of recruiting large numbers of
young teachers had given way to a more pragmatic appointments
policy but two essential qualities of the school I taught in
were still very apparent: there was excellent care and
guidance for the students and first class academic
teaching.
When I came again to Bilborough in a third
guise - as a consultant in continuing education - I was
struck by how warm, in the friendly sense, the college still
was. They were difficult days and even darker storm clouds
were gathering but clearly a great effort was being made not
to transmit teaching staff worries to the students. The
Senior Management of the college was insistent that it would
not abandon the principle of providing a broad based, high
quality curriculum within a structured environment for 16-18
year olds, even though the funding arrangements for colleges
seemed to be demanding that quantity of provision was more
important than quality.
First impressions linger long and my first
impressions of Bilborough were all good. The first person I
spoke to after my appointment was Ivor Williams, that
silver-haired deputy head who had first greeted the
interviewees.
"My name is Ivor," he said,
"we use Christian names here - except the Head, that is.
This is my office", he went on, gesturing the desk in
one corner of the staff room, "and this", waving
his arm round the staff room generally, "is yours. There
is no order to stand on here; we are all in this" -
pointing through the window at the main tower -
"together".
United in purpose, and that purpose to
provide the best possible education for the youngsters who
came there, in a wholesome and caring atmosphere. This would
seem to me to have been the spirit of Bilborough throughout
its life and it is certainly the vision that Ivor Williams
tried to pass to his new charges. He was, of course, a
classicist which makes him, I suppose, a sort of Gręco-Roman:
which is where I came in.
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A Warm Welcome
Mike Robinson (Chemistry, 1962-97)
A warm welcome was given to me when,
having been appointed a few months earlier, I called to
discuss my timetable for the coming September. Having arrived
early, I was asked to wait in the prep room off C2, a
windowless room, some 12' square, with pyramid-shaped
glass ceiling-cum-roof and little ventilation. The
water-still was on full blast - with its four bunsen-like
flames roaring beneath the boiling chamber. With the glass
ceiling seemingly magnifying the heat of the sun, for 15-20
minutes the room resembled a sauna. It came as no surprise to
me, as I examined the bottles of chemicals on the shelves, to
find those of aluminium chloride, chromic chloride, chromic
nitrate, ferric chloride (to use the nomenclature of 1962)
contained extremely soggy crystals, a clear-cut reminder of
the meaning of the word 'deliquescent'.
The 'heat remained on' as a few
minutes later I was given my timetable - a form in each of
years 1-3, a class in each of the 4th and 5th years leading
to O-level, three sixth-form and two seventh-form sets for
organic and a practical afternoon with each of 62 and 712. I
re-learned an awful lot of chemistry in that first year, and
the names of 200 pupils and students, not counting those in
the two General Studies classes.
In the 712 practical classes, students
worked in pairs on different experiments all requiring keen
supervision. The impact was heightened - if that is the word
- in that I, at 5' 8", was the smallest person in
the laboratory. The experiments included preparation of
organic compounds and measurement of colligative properties,
and one pair was working on polarographic analysis, something
rarely encountered in an A-level laboratory. By the end of
the decade, the scope of experiments had been widened to
include conductiometric and potentiometric titrations in the
area of physical chemistry, and in organic, the preparation
of 2,4-D (a weedkiller) and the extraction of natural
products, such as caffeine from coffee and cystine from hair.
For the latter, the student was charged with the
responsibility of providing the necessary starting material,
50 g of hair! Inorganic chemistry seemed the poor relation.
To some extent, compensation came via two research
projects. Initially Alan Sanday had obtained funding from the
Royal Society for original research carried out by students
under his guidance into the preparation and properties of
sodium nitrosyl. Substantial progress was being made when two
things happened - Alan moved to a new post, and a German
group published a paper on the same topic. However with
guidance from Professor C C Addison initially and later Dr
Logan, both of Nottingham University Chemistry department, we
moved on to research into anhydrous nitrates, first
developing appropriate techniques in preparing anhydrous
copper nitrate before tackling original work on gallium.
Again we were pre-published; a more detailed account appears
in Magazine No 13 (for the academic year 1969-70) under the
names of Stephen Fell, Christopher Allen and David Funnell,
though others had worked hard on the project in the preceding
two years. Some twelve years later, Robert Morris, working on
an F111, a gas-chromatography instrument acquired from John
Player following one of our many visits, developed a
technique for determining the percentage alcohol in samples
of beer.
Two of my 'non-contact' periods
coincided with boys hockey under the whistle of Maurice
Tebbutt who kindly let me join in - my first real games of
hockey, a game I continued to play for another
thirty-something years. Bilborough had very strong 1st XIs in
the mid-sixties owing to the combination of a large number of
skilful players and John Ewan's coaching skills. I still
meet some of those 'lads' at local competitions. And
then there was cricket - often umpiring the U12s at home in
the morning and taking the 1st XI away to Newark Magnus or
Melton Mowbray or somewhere in the afternoon, and
occasionally, in one season, concluding the day with a
'de-briefing session' with the skipper in the Admiral
Rodney. At one time the staff were able to field an XI nearly
all of whom played club cricket. But don't mention staff
rugby, or the occasion when after a brilliant inside move by
the centres (I am informed) I was put away on the wing to
score an easy try . . . only to put my foot over the
dead-ball line in trying to ground the ball behind the posts
- my first game of rugby, my star moment, my humiliation.
At Whit, one year, a party of staff and
students maintained the tradition of a few days in the Lake
District. On this particular morning, we ascended the first
of the Langdales in quite dense mist, walked down and round
the bog and up towards the second Langdale, and then down
into the valley to meet up with the bus - still in dense
mist. The walk seemed longer than anticipated, and Juliet
Skedge and I at the tail-end of the crocodile maintained
morale by encouraging the students to sing songs, always
accepting a fruit-gum when proffered - the origin of a
certain nickname. By mid-afternoon, our properly-equipped
leaders recognised that we were in the wrong valley, but how
it came about we never discoverd. It was rumoured that
somewhere along the path, compass bearings had been ignored
in favour of the evidence of the (changed?) direction of the
wind. Surely not.
The final contribution to the original
warm welcome occurred as I was walking across the landing
towards C2 when suddenly, 'snap, crackle, pop, bang!'
- there was a series of small explosions beneath my tread and
the sound of muffled laughter coming from members of 72
within the laboratory. I am fairly sure that I know the name
of the perpetrator, the joker who had at some stage prepared
a dry crystalline sample of nitrogen triiodide and sprinkled
it on the floor, a lad with interests in common with a famous
scientist born in Pisa in 1564 and renowned for his
far-sightedness!! But I'll not let on.
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Bilborough Remembered
Robert Breckles (1959-1966)
I well remember standing outside
Bilborough Grammar School's main entrance on my first
morning in September, 1959, with the other 120 chosen ones
who had passed the 'Eleven Plus' earlier in that
golden summer. Steph Turner from next door had been at the
school happily for a year, and thanks to her, pals from
Fernwood Junior at Wollaton, and an introductory school visit
the previous July, I was quite looking forward to the
Bilborough experience, save for two misgivings.
One was as to whether I would be bullied
by boys who had come up from the Bilborough junior schools.
Wollaton was a relatively genteel area. Sorry about the
generalisations, but there was a difference in the jobs a lot
of our parents did, in the schools many of them had been to,
and not least where they came from - many of them were from
other parts of the country, which was less usual for
Bilborough parents. Because of this and because even our
Nottingham-born parents had dropped their Nottingham accents
to 'get on in life', accent was a tell-tale sign of
many little social differences, which were evident, for
example, at the Trowell Road railway bridge which was the
meeting place of 'the two cultures' - train-spotting
was the big thing for eleven year-olds in 1959. We
Wollatonians were less inclined, for example, to walk over
the line on the gas pipe high above it, make rude signs at
passing engines we had previously 'copped' (and when
we did we didn't understand them very well!), or to
'mix it' with other eleven year-olds, than were some
of the Bilborough lads. So, having with my pals been
occasionally the victims of minor bullying by 'rough'
lads from the other side of the track who regarded us as
snobs and softies, we mainly kept to the Wollaton side of the
bridge, despite the poor view it offered us of the steaming
'half fourer'.
Now, we had to venture into their
territory. The blue Midland General 'E1' took us that
first morning across the railway bridge, through unknown
parts of the estate to the Bramhall Road terminus, from where
we walked through William Sharp to our new school. And there
weren't that many of us. All but a handful of the 51
pupils in Fernwood's upper 'A' stream had passed
the 11 plus - thanks to Mr Fielding's intensive coaching
- but half had gone to Mundella and other schools. We
remaining ones were heavily outnumbered by the Bilborough
intake. As a teacher read out names in the forecourt
allocating us to the four classes, my concern increased - I
was one of only a handful of Wollatonians in '1D' (a
mixed ability group named after Miss Dix our form teacher).
One strange unfamiliar name conjured up a picture of a real
bruiser. When we got to our room and Miss Dix read out the
register, he turned out to be a small gentle lad with specs,
and my first-morning fears quickly evaporated. Everyone
seemed anxious to be friendly and break the ice (thanks, Ian
Wright, for your still-remembered friendliness that day;
likewise to teachers, amongst whom Miss Dix herself, Pat
Butler, Ian Wibberley and Bill Bristow stand out, who
combined perfect order with great graciousness to us young
ones); background soon took second place to personality, and
new friendships quickly formed. Bilborough was to be a place
of social mixing, which had an effect on changing the outlook
and aspirations of many of us; it helped root me in my local
culture in a way I doubt would have happened if I had passed
the High School scholarship exam I had taken and gone there
instead; others, it helped via university onto the
stockbroker belt. The latter was in accord with the
aspirations of many of our parents, from Bilborough as well
as Wollaton, eager for us to take advantage of the 1944
Education Act which was a cornerstone of the better world
they had literally fought for. It was also more in line with
the intentions of the school. Under Dr Peake's determined
rule it was clearly on encouraging us as far up the
educational ladder as we could go. He conveyed his message
mainly through the daily assemblies, such an important part
of the rhythm of school life - an orderly entrance to a
record of classical music (does anyone else remember Dr
Peake's choice for his last assembly? 'Harold in
Italy', I believe. Though some resented it as not their
kind of music, I loved the entrance music and can recall much
of it - Bach's Brandenburg Concertos, Mendelssohn's
Italian Symphony, Beethoven's 7th); a hymn from
'Christian Praise' (I still have my copy, covered in
brown paper on Miss Dix's first-day instructions; though
not then a church-goer, I loved those traditional hymns); a
Bible reading; a prayer; notices; a second hymn; a blessing.
Through Dr Peake's assembly talks and notices announcing
academic and sporting successes we picked up the message that
Bilborough was not going to take second place to
longer-established grammar schools. I think most of us were
happy to take up the challenge. I was, though I drew the line
at rugby, which game, I guess, was part of the plan to
integrate us with the grammar/public school/university world,
but which was alien to most of us, and my reaction to which
was, looking back, part of what shaped my attitudes to my
aspirations and even political views.
For compulsory rugby was my other
misgiving on that first day. Though I loved sport I was shy
of any formal games, and I certainly didn't want contact
with either mud or heavier lads (wherever they came from!). I
wasted too much of my first three years on the wind-blasted
playing fields cannily avoiding the action, at the price of
having inactive knees which turned the same colour as my
light-blue Clumber House shirt. I resent the game to this
day. Likewise PE teachers - even though I wasn't one of
the 30 boys lined up and slippered on one memorable occasion
for not having well-blancoed plimsolls! My only bright moment
on the rugby field was when my pal Michael Winkley
(tragically killed in a car crash as a teenager, as later was
my first-year pal Richard Bailey), who considered rugby to be
part of his Yorkshire heritage, led an otherwise reluctant
charge on a conversion kick. He was so busy turning round to
yell at us to follow him that he got the muddy ball full in
the face and sat down sharp. I'm afraid any sympathy gave
way to mirth as he turned to us looking as though he was
about to perform an Al Jolson number.
I can claim only one significant lower
school achievement. I was the last boy in my year, by then
the second year, to go into long trousers - more to do with
my natural conservatism than the quality of my legs, I'm
afraid. I was possibly also the last to grasp the facts of
life. Bilborough's contribution to this aspect of our
education was a single biology lesson in the first year and a
talk by a doctor in the fourth. My first year biology teacher
felt it better not to talk to us about it and instead told us
to read a relevant section of a text-book. Unfortunately for
me I was a slow reader, and I hadn't reached the
interesting bit when the bell went. I only just grasped what
the doctor was talking about three years later!
Religious studies - strangely, considering
Dr Peake's strong Christian faith and the fact that he
seemed to have purchased a job-lot of staff from university
Christian Unions - and the arts and crafts were also given
scant time and were hit-and-miss. Otherwise, teaching was
very sound, though generally dull - we were expected to just
get down to it, and we did. For those of us in the L for
Latin stream - we were streamed from year two - it was
relieved by Ivor Williams' idiosyncratic style. The
basics of Latin remain in my mind, but more so Ivor's
professorial air and memory aids. I think of
"straw-berry-jam-pot" every time I look in the food
cupboard, but for the life of me can't remember its
relevance to Latin verse - and what was it that had to go
"out the window"? And who was "Mrs Hippo"
- and why? The other teacher who stands out in my mind, and
for similar reasons, is Mike Clark. His lively style made
history live for me for the first time, and altered my
academic future. History replaced geography as my favourite
subject, as my interest in politics and society began to
stir.
With my father's support, I resisted
the pressures that seemed to push most of the boys towards
the sciences - "the thing of the future" - it was
the year of Harold Wilson's "white-hot heat of the
technological revolution" speech - and did a mixture of
O-level courses. I enjoyed my work more, though not the
extent of the pressures to achievement many of us felt and
which made us work very hard. I think there was just one of
my group who took things easy, and each year he won the
'Effort' prize! I also enjoyed games for the first
time - I jumped at the chance to throw over rugby for hockey,
and went on to play for the school, college, and for ten
years for South Notts Hockey Club which Mr Ewan introduced me
to. I also enjoyed the deepening friendships; and contacts
with staff, helped by the fourth year holiday near Annécy in
the Alps at Easter 1963 (first time abroad for most of us -
an early start from Nottingham, Mike Robinson waking me up as
I dozed on the London underground, the Newhaven-Dieppe ferry,
sleeping in wagons-lit and awaking among the Alps; snow on
the mountain-tops; lizards on the railway track between the
hotel and the lake; and was that horse meat on the
dinner-plate?! Return via a tour of Paris.); and by clubs.
The hockey club, of course, of which I later became
secretary; then I particularly remember the excitement of the
Film Club run by Mike Clark and others - 'Jour de
Fete', 'Julius Caesar', 'On the
Waterfront', 'History of Mr Polly'. And I
treasure a variety of strangely-shaped ornaments which remind
me of my efforts in the Pottery Club. My pals the two
Richards (Edwards and Gill) got me into that, and also into
school assistant librarianship. I found a niche there. I
loved the books, the smell, the quiet, the responsibility
Cyril Jacob affably let us have, the camaraderie of the stock
room - and some of the girl librarians were quite nice as
well. Then on the shelves I found three volumes of Marx's
'Capital' and read all 800 pages, and for a time
thought I was a Communist - in the outside world the supposed
new dawn of the 1964 Labour Government was happening,
education and much else was developing as we baby boomers
came through, optimism was abroad and everything seemed
possible.
A social revolution was on its way, in
fact, and by 1967-8 many of us would be caught up in student
demonstrations about everything and nothing. There wasn't
much sign of it in my sixth-form years, however, beyond a bit
of grumbling about minor rules and regimentation which I took
to be ordinary adolescent rebelliousness. They were certainly
the happiest years of my school career, helped on by great
pupil camaraderie and intellectual stimulation, quite a bit
of it developed in the lounge bar extension of the
'Admiral Rodney' on Friday nights. And in my
experience there was a super relationship between
sixth-formers and staff, helped by the smallness of
'classes' - usually about six or eight strong. Then
we geographers, for example, enjoyed a field trip week at
Swanage with our staff; we English students were frequently
whipped in by Miss Skedge (thank you for bullying me into
reading a Shakespeare play each week for my first two terms
with you, Miss Skedge - I sort of enjoyed it, but in any case
I have got my own back by seeing only one Shakespeare play in
the last 25 years) to go off to some theatre to see one of
our set texts performed. There was sport, hockey with Mike
Robinson, sixth-form football, and clubs. I think it also
helped relationships that Ivor Williams became Headmaster at
this time; he had a warmth and readiness to listen which was
in tune with the changing times. This may have been more my
perception than others', for I spent a lot of time with
him in his early months as Head. Near the end of Dr
Peake's time my father was summoned to the
headmaster's study. Roy Downing had suggested I sit the
Oxford admission exam, for his old college St Edmund Hall,
which I did in late 1965. I was awarded a place conditional
on requirements including Latin O-level which I did not have,
and Mr Williams, amidst all the other new demands of
Headmastership, came into school early and on Saturday
mornings to give me and three others a crash course. Duncan
Hunter was one of the group, and went up to Oxford in October
1966, the first Bilborough pupil to do so (several had
previously gone to Cambridge); I followed in 1967, Roy
rightly thinking I would benefit from a year's further
experience.
So I had an extra term at Bilborough
concluding with an Oxford scholarship exam; a sort of Indian
Summer, comprising with Phil Baker the 8th year - it was good
preparation, I imagine, for becoming a 'grand old
man' in later life. We had some special classes, in my
case history with Roy and Marion England, French with Miss
Thompson - so pleasantly approachable compared to when she
had been my lower school teacher - Latin unforgettably taught
by the charismatic Mr Day; we joined in with sixth-form
groups - T S Eliot with John Davie. There was lots of time to
discuss, and in my case to help Cyril Jacob get the library
extension in the new block operative, and to begin to
understand Christian fellowship through the school Christian
Union - which included young Jim Cowley, who deserves a
footnote in Nottinghamshire's history for his splendid
later work in helping to start Macedon House for the
city's homeless. As with all Indian Summers, it was
enjoyable but poignant. My friends had moved on, and I felt I
was on borrowed time.
I guess I moved on without too many
backward glances. Thanks to Bilborough's help, there was
a lot to look forward to, and I did. I went on to gain
qualifications at four universities. I never felt that my
secondary school education had let me down; and in
retrospect, I would say that the sixth-form, with the
interplay between many different subjects and students, was
intellectually one of the most stimulating as well as
socially most supportive in my life. Thank you to all
concerned.
I have gone on too long. With this essay
as with Bilborough and quite a few things in life, I have
been apprehensive about beginning and then reluctant to
finish. And hark! I think I hear Mr Beadsworth opening the
library door and shouting.
"Mr Jacob an' 'elpers! Five
o'clock! Let's be 'avin' yer!"
"Coming, Mr Beadsworth!"
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Good Sports
Mike Upton (1959-66)
'Upton, you will become the first
seventh former in the history of this school to receive a
detention', said Mr Williams to me in January, 1966. This
followed my answer to the question 'Poetry is an art
form. Discuss' in that year's O/A level English exam.
I had responded to the effect 'Why should I be forced to
listen to a teacher rant on about some long-haired twit in
knee length knickers, when I could be spending my time much
more productively on the sports fields?' A very
free-thinking and progressive approach for the Nineties, but
far too radical for the mid Sixties - and one that did earn
me a detention. So when I received a missive from the Editor
asking me to write a few words on Sport in the early Sixties,
it was with trepidation that I started, as you can see that
my previous efforts in the literary field were not of the
same order as Booker Prize winners.
So we start - my first recollection was
the whole First Year being assembled in the school hall on
our first Games lesson, September, 1959, and Peter (PE)
Robinson inducting us into this strange game with a ball that
didn't bounce correctly and a point system for scoring.
This was followed by a practical demonstration on Snowdon
(the pitch on the hillside) and surprisingly, I showed an
aptitude and was selected for the school side. For the next
five years I played as centre, hopefully in the style of
Jeremy Guscott, but probably more like Jeremy Beadle. In
spite of enthusiasm and effort, we always struggled - and
couldn't live up to the standard of the previous year,
who had giants like Mellors, Wheat, Hunt and Connolly, and
steam-rollered all before them. Our own gutsy players were
Geoff Shaw and Johnny Allison in the tight five, Chris Davy
and Pete Esden were two flankers with speed, tricky scrum
half Colin Simmons, Bob (Tabs) Brown at fly half, and
speedster Rob Allwood on the wing. We had a second row in
Chris Bostock and Duncan Hunter, both over six feet tall,
that a current team would kill for, but we still couldn't
win consistently.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed my time and still
recall away matches to Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Manor
Mansfield and Newark Magnus - all on a school bus - and we
left in lesson time, which was a very good reason to be
selected. Matches were generally played Saturday mornings -
except Nottingham Boys High School, who were in lessons in
the morning, and so we had to give up our afternoons, not a
satisfactory situation, especially as they hammered us on
every occasion. The annual away match to High Pavement
Grammar School comes to mind - we all had bus tokens given to
us on the Friday as their school was inside the City boundary
and we used City Transport buses. Until the late Sixties,
Trinity Square was a bus station around a church. We met in
the old Empire Café on Forman Street, now a high class
restaurant, but formerly a greasy spoon type of
establishment where a sticky bun and mug of tea was about
sixpence (2½ p). On the return trip, about midday, we always
called into the old Empire Billiards Hall on Goldsmith
Street. We were not allowed onto full-size tables, but there
was a ¾-table inside the door, which served our purpose just
as well. All this in school uniform - if only Dr Peake had
known!
At this time, inter-House rivalry was
encouraged and fostered by the Staff (how times change!) and
there were annual House matches between Welbeck, Rufford,
Annesley and Clumber - we in Welbeck never faring
exceptionally well, as I believe Rufford had all the 'big
boys'. The annual Staff versus Pupils match was held late
afternoon, and whilst I never played in it, I can remember
Barry Johnson (2 years older and selected for England)
weaving his way through what seemed an elderly but
enthusiastic Staff defence. Roy (History) Downing will always
live in my memory as the personification of a classic
fly-half - lean to the left, pass to the right - or was it
just his baggy and faded track-suit top? The end-of-season
Schools' Sevens at Notts Rugby Club at Beeston was to be
looked forward to - not because we won anything, but because
it was the only club venue we played at, and in true
tradition they had a communal bath, a novel experience for
pubescent teenagers. The advantage of being knocked out of
the competition early was that you got the bath before some
of the other teams, who washed their kit and boots in it!
Summer - and the cricket season. Nets,
with coconut mats set up on concrete bases alongside Hanslope
Crescent - Colin Simmons emulating Fred Trueman - a sharp
riser off just short of a length and a ball under my chin. I
think that incident put me off batting for life. Instead, I
took up wicket-keeping, not brilliantly but sufficiently
workmanlike to be selected for school matches again. I never
took to cricket like rugby - too long a time for too little
action, and therefore my recollections are fewer. I do recall
being admonished once (by the afore-mentioned Roy Downing)
who was umpiring at the bowler's end in a school match on
the top pitch. At the end of the over, he came to me and the
bowler and berated us for not appealing for lbw sufficiently.
'I can't give them out if you don't appeal'
he said - how I wonder what he would say now with all the
shouting in today's game.
1964 and the sixth form was a milestone -
options were available at sport - rugby, football,
cross-country and others. At the beginning of the season a
rugby trial was held, and now both sixth years were combined
into one team. I was selected at full-back for the Possibles
- and the afore-mentioned Hunt, Mellors, Wheat and Connolly
were forwards in the Probables. Being one of the smallest
sixth-formers, it was only after one tackle that I hastily
reconsidered my options and joined John (RI) Ewan and Bob
Robinson with the men's hockey team - a decision that
became seminal in my life and one I have never regretted. I
have played hockey now for 35 years and I still believe that
the School forward line of 1965 was the best I have been
involved with - from right to left, Rod Knight, Alan Barr,
Pete Goldthorpe, Keith Hale and Mick Upton. I was the junior
in that formation (all the others being seventh formers) and
occasionally vacated my position for Alan Fox. I did not mind
that as he was smaller than me and I always felt I could
reclaim my rightful place at will. Together with a defence
that included Chris Allard, Brian Jones, Mick Leahy and Mike
Davies, we went a whole season winning every match - and I
was the only forward who did not win a County cap. (I saw
Chris Allard and Mike Davies at the 1997 reunion - still
looking just as good - Mike has been secretary of the RAF
Hockey Association and is still his club secretary.)
In 1966, I was sent, with others, to
Mundella Grammar School playing fields alongside the River
Trent (now Nottingham Forest's training ground) for
school County trials. Still playing left wing, a goal in the
first ten minutes did not do my case any harm. Unfortunately,
it was against my own school keeper who was playing for the
opposition - Rod Pilkington was less than impressed. In spite
of this I was never selected for the County Schools - a
decision that still rankles as I found out later that I was
called up, but by a misunderstanding, I never received the
message. Incidentally, years later, I made good my wish by
Captaining the County 2nd XI against Yorkshire - and then
retired. The 1966 hockey team suffered as a result of the
previous year's exceptional success - but there were
stalwarts such as Dick Edwards (who I see occasionally on his
push bike in West Bridgford), Rob Breckles (who joined South
Nottingham HC and then the Ministry), Duncan Hunter (who
followed me from rugby) and Pete Pitchford. We never had the
flair of the '65 team, but Bob Robinson's enthusiasm
helped us along.
Indoor sports centred on basketball, which
was enthusiastically supported - especially by the sixth-form
girls! I suffered again because of being vertically
challenged, but with Rod Lewinski and Colin Simmons I tried
hard to get into the school team. This time I was
unsuccessful, but still hung round the fringes. I remember
going with them to watch training matches at Glaisdale
School, which eventually paid off as on one occasion I was
selected to play for City Schools against Birmingham Schools.
Nobody had informed the Coach of the match - and there were
only six Nottingham pupils there, including me who had only
gone along to watch. We lost 54 - 12 but I did not mind, I
scored 3 baskets and was joint top scorer!
Cross-country was an excuse for the sports
staff to give the pupils something to do for an hour when the
pitches were unfit fort real sports - so is expounded the
Upton Theory on Stamina Sports, as I hated this particular
event. It became an excuse for the smokers to have a fag in
the dilapidated house on the sandy track around the old
quarry on Catstone Hill at the rear of the school. I
regularly came in the last half-dozen, absolutely knackered
and wondering about the point of it all. (This was the only
time in my life that sitting down and reading poetry seemed
at all attractive.) Other reminiscences of 7 years of sports
are: PE Robinson's plimsoll - applied in an accelerating
downward motion across a horizontal posterior; missing out on
the showers and going to bed at night with mud on my kneecaps
- we had rugby again the following day and I could not see
the logic of washing mud off only to have it re-applied the
next day; and going in the showers, having had the cane the
day before for going to the fish and chip shop on Bracebridge
Drive, and showing off the bruises as 'badges of
courage'.
Wonderful days, when I used to go into
school for sports periods only having been off ill for all
academic lessons, and when staff gave freely and willingly of
their spare time (or appeared to do so). Corinthian days -
possibly not, but I wish I could do them again.
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Bilborough Grammar School
based on correspondence from Melvyn Hill
(1962-67)
I started at Bilborough Grammar School in
September, 1962, and at that time uniform was considered very
important. Full uniform had to be worn every day. Boys had to
wear caps and girls had berets, and we had dark gabardine
coats with school scarf for outdoor wear in winter. There was
a variety of games kit, even house colours. Later, in the
fifth year, we were allowed to wear white shirts instead of
grey. Jackets and ties could come off only if it was
exceptionally hot. I seem to remember the sixth-formers were
allowed to wear suits. Discipline was fairly strict, from a
cuff around the ear off Mr M for being lippy, to detention
for misbehaviour, to the dreaded cane. I had them all.
Looking at the state of things today, it wouldn't be a
bad idea to bring back that cane.
The entrance hall at that time also served
as a dining room. The meals were pretty ghastly, cooked at
Players School kitchens and transported to BGS in special
flasks and then re-heated. The pig bins out the back were
always overflowing. Later, a new sixth-form block was built
with more changing rooms, and proper kitchens enabling us to
have our meals cooked on the premises. The poor old pigs must
have starved to death after that.
During my time at Bilborough we had some
very successful sports teams, notably the intermediate
cross-country team, who managed to beat the two
athlete-specialising public schools, Dr Challoners and
Millfield. I remember also the cross-country course. It was a
real grueller. The starting point was at the bottom of the
Bilborough Road driveway. We turned left onto Bilborough Road
and then right onto the sandy part of Strelley Lane and up
towards the village. Just beyond the village, there was a
left turn over Catstone Hill - no motorway there at that time
- and then left into an open-cast site and through a lot of
deep black mud if the weather had been poor. The route then
took us across to the sand hills and then right onto sandy
Strelley Lane again, left onto Bilborough Road and then right
into the school drive. The M1 motorway was built in 1964/5
effectively cutting the course in two. We used to train along
the canal at Wollaton. The Nidderdale houses have been built
on this site since then.
I remember going on school trips. In the
summer term, our form teacher would ask if we fancied a hike
somewhere. If there was enough support, and there usually
was, she would hire a Camms coach and we would split the
cost, usually something like 4 shillings for the day. I can
remember when Nottingham Forest was due to play a second
replay in the quarter-finals of the FA Cup, I think it was,
around 1966, I know it was against Swindon and to be played
at Villa Park. One of the teachers hired a coach for the
evening and we all paid our share. We also used to go on a
five day trip to the Lake District. Autumn half-term was only
Monday to Wednesday in those days. The fourth and fifth years
were able to go on a youth hosteling trip. I went twice. The
first year we stayed at Keswick and Ambleside, and the second
time it was Keswick and High Close. The clocks are always put
back on the Saturday of half-term, and I remember being kept
awake at Keswick by a dance in the Pavilion next door. They
were great outings. Over the two years we climbed Scafell
Pike, Helvellyn, Great Gable and Green Gable, walked across
Striding Edge and also walked up the Old Man of Coniston. I
can also remember scree-running near Harrison Stickle. On a
sad note, one of the trips came the day after the disaster at
Aberfan. On these trips, we had a great rapport with the
teachers and really got to know them well. These trips
inspired us to join the YHA and do our own walking holidays,
including nine of us doing the Pennine Way in 1967.
I can remember there being a whole host of
after-school activities. Of course there were the sports
practices and games, but in my first year, I joined the
History Club which was run by Miss Cherry. I also joined the
Railway Society and the Junior Scripture Union, both of which
were run by Keith Flinders who I think was in the fifth year
at that time. The railway club was really a tribute to the
closing years of steam trains and we went on trips to Crewe
and Derby locomotive works, trips around the Eastern Region
of British Railways, and we practically haunted Colwick
engine shed. In the 4th and 5th year, I joined the Senior
Christian Fellowship and the Stamp Club which was run by Mr
Jacob.
Bilborough Grammar School was built when
very few people had cars causing the place to have abysmal
parking facilities. I remember some of the sixth-form lifting
Miss Scott's mini into the gymnasium. The place had
double doors leading onto the playground otherwise this would
have been impossible. Can you remember an Austin 7 type of
car belonging to Miss Trail? It had running boards and
fifth-year lads were always standing on them. One amusing
item is often raised for a laugh in our family. A notice was
sent home to parents about what to do in the case of
sickness. It actually said in the letter "The secretary
cannot take massages by telephone".
Twenty one years after I left Bilborough,
my own son, Mark, came to what was by this time Bilborough
College. I did go and look around, but so much had changed. I
believe Mr (now Dr) Jacob, Miss Betts and Mr Yarnell were
still there, but thankfully, Mr Yarnell could not remember
the hard times that I had given him 20-odd years earlier. I
am glad to say that my own son left Bilborough with much
better results than I did.
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Mike Robinson
18th September, 1999
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