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October 29, 2011 in News advertising Tags: Description, trades
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The school chapel. Ours was a staunch Anglican tradition. I think the padre (there was a strong army odour about the school) would have burned incense if he thought he could get away with it. He made his mark on me – I shall forever associate high church Christianity with the smell of stale whisky and cigarette-tainted halitosis – and is largely responsible for my steadfast belief in the idiocy of religion.
Staunch Anglican then, but what it is now? Slogans on the wall? Dear me, hardly the done thing, a little ostentatious, isn’t it? Other adjectives like tawdry and fundamentalist keep sneaking into my mind.
Jesus saves, keeps and satisfies? Since he has been dead for some time now, he can do none of the above, and this is mendacious advertising.
October 29th, 2011 at 6:07 pm
Martin, I found an old school prospectus from 1965 or so when I was clearing out my mum’s house after she died. You might be interested in this and I know you will recognise a couple of people :
[http://www.flickr.com/photos/92943860@N00/3381983250/]
October 29th, 2011 at 6:31 pm
Hi Martin I started this group to house whatever photos I can find of the old school on flickr: Lenana School/ Duke of York School, and we’d love to have this added to the group
October 29th, 2011 at 7:19 pm
While I was there the Chaplain was a Welshman, name of Bennet-Reece I think.
He used to read us cricket stories in RI as a way of educating us on sportsmanship and how to be a "gentleman" … LOL. I think it worked!
October 29th, 2011 at 8:01 pm
Yes.
Or in my case, not so much.
October 29th, 2011 at 8:17 pm
The only things he taught me was that there was no God and that the Chaplain was a bombastic bully.
One day he was showing some visitors around the school and he was foolish enough to take them past Delamere House at bath time. The air was ripe with the filthiest of rugby songs. The next day he came to the house at prep and demanded to know who the singers were (it was practically everyone) so he had the whole house, including prefects I think, punished by making us turn out for a special Sunday Parade in our Sunday best. After a nit- picking
inspection he made us stand to attention for what seemed hours in the boiling sun. .Arsehole