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They did build two fives courts up at Brookside - I bet anything they've turned them into something else now. The game only kept going I think because Fez Parkin was interested in it. Do you remember him? History. Nobody liked him, or so it seemed. They thought he was out to abuse them, or they wanted to believe that. I liked him very much, enjoyed history, genuinely spent proper time over homework etc which wasn't the case in many subjects. Anyway, Fez was a very good all-round sportsman and very good at fives. When the school had moved up to Brookside, I'd guess I was Lower 6th, Fez asked me and my mate to give him a game of doubles. I think he played with Jock Hetherington, (Scottish Geographer), and it was a real ding dong game. My mate Vaughany was good at any sport, had an England Rugby trial, which coming from a football school, takes some doing. Anyway, he was quick and like lightning off the mark and I had good anticipation and a great wingspan. We were seriously good ..... and we just won, which very obviously didn't please Fez, who nevertheless took it like a man and only needed three courses of counselling. Yes, it's similar to squash only you use your gloved hand to hit the ball and that leaves you feeling as if you've been keeping wicket to Devon Malcolm. I loved it, but if you tell anyone you played Eton Fives you get a worse reaction than mine to your croquet.
You are the second person in two days to lecture me on U3A. I've been aware of the University of the Third Age for years. When I worked in University Applications I would sometimes signpost older people to it who were wondering about university, but deterred by the finance or the commitment, but clearly wanted to do something and be with other people. It was very kind of you. You are right of course. Actually, our local U3A lady lived at the end of my road until she dropped off her perch last year (or should that be graduated?). She hosted regular meetings down there.
Old Fez was surviving until two or three years ago. In his nineties, on Humberside. He's probably gone now. One thing I'll never forget is that he was one of only two masters who offered me a kind word when my dad died during my time in the Sixth Form. He made it very clear that if I needed someone to talk to, he'd always be available ....... but I never went to him, looking back I wish I had. The only other one was your friend BOK. I don't think he'd be ashamed of you, but you'd have got a glare that sent you waddling off to look it up.
At least I never had to confess my weekend programme to BOK. Rugby for the school Saturday morning, straight home and out to play in goal in the top section of the Hope Valley League in the afternoon, that night too tired to do anything, Sunday at least one, sometimes two games of football, so that left me Friday night or a random hour on Sunday to study. Come summer, two games of cricket usually. But I bet, even given the wisdom of years, I do the same again. Like a brainless Red Setter I'd chase any ball, any shape, anytime and anywhere.
They did build two fives courts up at Brookside - I bet anything they've turned them into something else now. The game only kept going I think because Fez Parkin was interested in it. Do you remember him? History. Nobody liked him, or so it seemed. They thought he was out to abuse them, or they wanted to believe that. I liked him very much, enjoyed history, genuinely spent proper time over homework etc which wasn't the case in many subjects. Anyway, Fez was a very good all-round sportsman and very good at fives. When the school had moved up to Brookside, I'd guess I was Lower 6th, Fez asked me and my mate to give him a game of doubles. I think he played with Jock Hetherington, (Scottish Geographer), and it was a real ding dong game. My mate Vaughany was good at any sport, had an England Rugby trial, which coming from a football school, takes some doing. Anyway, he was quick and like lightning off the mark and I had good anticipation and a great wingspan. We were seriously good ..... and we just won, which very obviously didn't please Fez, who nevertheless took it like a man and only needed three courses of counselling. Yes, it's similar to squash only you use your gloved hand to hit the ball and that leaves you feeling as if you've been keeping wicket to Devon Malcolm. I loved it, but if you tell anyone you played Eton Fives you get a worse reaction than mine to your croquet.
You are the second person in two days to lecture me on U3A. I've been aware of the University of the Third Age for years. When I worked in University Applications I would sometimes signpost older people to it who were wondering about university, but deterred by the finance or the commitment, but clearly wanted to do something and be with other people. It was very kind of you. You are right of course. Actually, our local U3A lady lived at the end of my road until she dropped off her perch last year (or should that be graduated?). She hosted regular meetings down there.
Old Fez was surviving until two or three years ago. In his nineties, on Humberside. He's probably gone now. One thing I'll never forget is that he was one of only two masters who offered me a kind word when my dad died during my time in the Sixth Form. He made it very clear that if I needed someone to talk to, he'd always be available ....... but I never went to him, looking back I wish I had. The only other one was your friend BOK. I don't think he'd be ashamed of you, but you'd have got a glare that sent you waddling off to look it up.
At least I never had to confess my weekend programme to BOK. Rugby for the school Saturday morning, straight home and out to play in goal in the top section of the Hope Valley League in the afternoon, that night too tired to do anything, Sunday at least one, sometimes two games of football, so that left me Friday night or a random hour on Sunday to study. Come summer, two games of cricket usually. But I bet, even given the wisdom of years, I do the same again. Like a brainless Red Setter I'd chase any ball, any shape, anytime and anywhere.