tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post115686244979828750..comments2024-03-29T07:17:40.402+00:00Comments on Forget What Did: Volumes of a set of encyclopedias in the British Library which I think would make rather good book titles in their own right.John Finnemorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09256463878193280694noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-78111296275052160452012-06-05T18:23:00.663+01:002012-06-05T18:23:00.663+01:00I love the idea of the "Surveillance Tea"...I love the idea of the "Surveillance Tea" ; but tell me, are microphones boiled-water-proof ?The tea-expert Frognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-1157456134991293272006-09-05T12:35:00.000+01:002006-09-05T12:35:00.000+01:00I have removed this comment:Anonymous said... Off ...I have removed this comment:<BR/><BR/><BR/>Anonymous said... <BR/>Off topic.<BR/><BR/>As a fan of the Now Show, Dead Ringers etc. My wife is curious to know whether she taught you at Broadstone Middle school.<BR/><BR/>...from three posts ago, as the author finished with his email address, which was attracting spam.John Finnemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09256463878193280694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-1157293471034914762006-09-03T15:24:00.000+01:002006-09-03T15:24:00.000+01:00We were carrying them back from the assembly hall ...We were carrying them back from the assembly hall to our classroom, across the courtyard, and over the pond via, if you can believe this, large stepping stones. Thinking about it, if the teacher saw no potential snag in a class of eleven year olds carrying chairs across stepping stones, the fault may not entirely lay with me.John Finnemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09256463878193280694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-1157287071921348622006-09-03T13:37:00.000+01:002006-09-03T13:37:00.000+01:00How did you *drop* chairs in a pond? Were you flyi...How did you *drop* chairs in a pond? Were you flying over at the time?James Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05930767947864770938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-1157245707104910382006-09-03T02:08:00.000+01:002006-09-03T02:08:00.000+01:00Yes! Yes she did. Good old Mrs Barton for remember...Yes! Yes she did. Good old Mrs Barton for remembering me! I would have thought the only BMS teachers I might stand a chance of being remembered by would be Mrs Wright, because of the time I dropped those chairs in the pond, and Mrs Cotton, because of the time I tried to boil water on the hob in a plastic jug. I was a delightful child. <BR/><BR/>(NB for anyone else reading this: Mrs Wright (and Mrs Reid) taught English, and Mrs Cotton taught Home Economics. Because just occasionally life is like that. We also had a Miss Old, who was young; and a Mrs Young, who was old.)John Finnemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09256463878193280694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-1156937355371502642006-08-30T12:29:00.000+01:002006-08-30T12:29:00.000+01:00Well, she started it, by telling me a joke about a...Well, she started it, by telling me a joke about a monastery with three taps: Hot, Cold and Holy.James Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05930767947864770938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-1156892980059532342006-08-30T00:09:00.000+01:002006-08-30T00:09:00.000+01:00I'm very impressed. I wouldn't know how to begin f...I'm very impressed. I wouldn't know how to begin finding a nun, if I wanted to tell one something. Mind you, for full marks, you need to tell the 'Quran Ropework' one to an Imam.John Finnemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09256463878193280694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14524408.post-1156876186882714122006-08-29T19:29:00.000+01:002006-08-29T19:29:00.000+01:00The 'Interjection Jesus' one made me laugh a lot. ...The 'Interjection Jesus' one made me laugh a lot. So I told it to a nun later on. She laughed too.James Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05930767947864770938noreply@blogger.com