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From the age of eleven, school and I did not get along. To put it mildly. I did have this one teacher though - the French teacher - who was exceptionally good. He had cerebral palsy, and was almost entirely paralysed down his right side. He'd had a tough childhood, and as a result he wouldn't tolerate bullying, or anybody being made fun of. The slightest suggestion of something like that going on, and he would descend out of the heavens like an avenging angel. It was spectacular to witness. A quiet man usually - except when teaching, when he would stand on the nearest table, and sing loudly in French, just on the off chance that it might help - he could, admittedly, be a trifle unpredictable. My first lesson with him, on my very first day at that school, in September of '86, he explained about his condition, and why that was. And fair enough. He was great though. You knew somebody had your back when he was around.
I mention him because he quit at Easter of '87. Can't say as I blame him. He had a heck of a brain, and could learn a new language in the time that it takes most people to tie their shoes. He went off to become a bigwig in publishing, and last I heard he was travelling all over the globe, with a new language to learn every weekday, and probably another couple every weekend just for the hell of it. But life was a lot less fun from then onwards. For those of us on one side of things, anyway. He'll be sixty-five by now, and wherever he is, I hope that age isn't being as unkind to him as it very likely might.
What happened current affairs-wise in '87? I remember Hess dying, locked away in Spandau prison. And I remember Myra Hindley and Ian Brady being in the news, because the body of one of their victims was found, all those years after the fact. And there was a General Election, which Gordon the Gopher stood in. I don't remember what party he was representing! The British public, in their wisdom, elected Thatcher again though, thereby proving that the British public can't really be trusted with democracy. Terry Waite, the Archbishop of Canterbury's special envoy to Beirut, disappeared into the same black hole that had swallowed Brian Keenan and John McCarthy. He came back in 1991, a few months after McCarthy did. And then came October, and there absolutely wasn't going to be a storm! And we woke up the next morning to discover that all of the trees had blown down. Whoops.
The best song of 1987?
Or maybe that's this one?
My favourite Pet Shop Boys song:
And this arrived on the telly:
Small rendering only, 'cause it's rubbish quality. Probably somebody found it on a dodgy VHS! Amazing that it was so long ago.
I mention him because he quit at Easter of '87. Can't say as I blame him. He had a heck of a brain, and could learn a new language in the time that it takes most people to tie their shoes. He went off to become a bigwig in publishing, and last I heard he was travelling all over the globe, with a new language to learn every weekday, and probably another couple every weekend just for the hell of it. But life was a lot less fun from then onwards. For those of us on one side of things, anyway. He'll be sixty-five by now, and wherever he is, I hope that age isn't being as unkind to him as it very likely might.
What happened current affairs-wise in '87? I remember Hess dying, locked away in Spandau prison. And I remember Myra Hindley and Ian Brady being in the news, because the body of one of their victims was found, all those years after the fact. And there was a General Election, which Gordon the Gopher stood in. I don't remember what party he was representing! The British public, in their wisdom, elected Thatcher again though, thereby proving that the British public can't really be trusted with democracy. Terry Waite, the Archbishop of Canterbury's special envoy to Beirut, disappeared into the same black hole that had swallowed Brian Keenan and John McCarthy. He came back in 1991, a few months after McCarthy did. And then came October, and there absolutely wasn't going to be a storm! And we woke up the next morning to discover that all of the trees had blown down. Whoops.
The best song of 1987?
Or maybe that's this one?
My favourite Pet Shop Boys song:
And this arrived on the telly:
Small rendering only, 'cause it's rubbish quality. Probably somebody found it on a dodgy VHS! Amazing that it was so long ago.
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I think this was about when I started tapering off TV to just a couple of shows watched regularly. Mind you, from acquiring a Nintendo the previous year, we'd been tapering off TV greatly. The newer game consoles held our attention far more than Atari, Activision, and Coleco had in younger years. Still, for TV, there was Star Trek:TNG and that was not to be missed.
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