Thursday, 27 August 2026

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From: Brian Screaton 
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2026 at 11:34
Subject: Some News
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Hello All,

A few varied news items that I thought I would pass on. Firstly, if any of you are looking for the panoramic school photos there are some for sale on eBay at present, for years 1958, 1961, 1963 and 1968. Put 'City of Leicester Boys School photographs' in the eBay search box.

Secondly, the response to the next Old Wyves Lunch has been a bit disappointing. Currently only 12 people have booked, and I think we really need 25-30 to make it worthwhile for AgeUK to put on a special hot meal for us. If you've been thinking about coming, please book your place asap. Thanks.

Lastly, the 'ntlworld' saga continues. As you may recall, it seems that my emails (not all, but most) sent to those with virginmedia, ntlworld and blueyonder addresses are being blocked for no apparent reason. Currently I have 48 'Delivery Status Notifications' of which 33 state that my emails have been blocked and the others say that there is a temporary problem with my emails, going back nearly a week. Our Tech guru Frank Smith and myself have not been able to find a fix. Any thoughts would be welcome.

Now, a stop press item!

"Hi, we are organising a reunion in 2027 for Linden Junior School, Evington, 1973 leavers. We know a number of boys went on to City Boys on Downing Drive. If anyone would be interested in attending, please could they contact:-
Helen Appleton happleton62@hotmail.com or
Lisa Driver (nee Vanderweele) lisadriver72@gmail.com. or via Facebook here:-
This would apply to those leaving City Boys in 1978 after O levels, or 1980 after A levels"

Hope all is well with you,

Best wishes,

Brian




Thursday, 20 August 2026

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From: Den Duggan 
Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2026 at 13:45
Subject: OWT Bill Mann Tribute Edition
To: Brian Screaton 


OLD WYVES TALES
AUGUST 2026
A SPECIAL EDITION IN TRIBUTE TO
WILLIAM MERTON 'BILL' MANN
1938 - 2026
TEACHER AT CITY OF LEICESTER BOYS' GRAMMAR SCHOOL
AND SUBSEQUENTLY  THE CITY OF LEICESTER SCHOOL
1960 - 1990

Bill Mann passed away on August 5th 2026, aged eighty eight. He had been in end-of-life care for some time.

FROM BOB CHILDS  1976 - 2009 (Staff
)
       In 1972  I used to catch a bus from Watton, Norfolk, to Kings Lynn to complete my final year at grammar school.  The coach made its way via various villages, including one called Merton.  In 1976 my teaching career began at the City of Leiceater  School and I met William Merton Mann - not realising he had been born in the village of that name.
During the 1980's, I played cricket in the Leicestershire League, and was selected to play in the Midlands League final at Edgbaston.  It was Bill who helped persuade the Head to let me have the day off school, and I was able to play a major part in the Leicestershire League victory as a very accurate leg spinner.
As I got to know Bill, I realised he was a wonderful person, and the remarkable service he gave to local football.  We frequently teased him about his Norfolk accent as he read reports of school matches in assembly as Head of Lower School.  The word boots was pronounced as boats.
He was an exceptional colleague, who was widely respected and became a good friend.  Meeting him in The Dove, after his retirement, with pipe always in hand, was a real pleasure.
A wonderful teacher and, as one of my colleagues said, a top bloke who gave far more to the two schools than many people realised up to - and even beyond - his retirement.  It was a privilege to have known Bill.

FROM DAVID G WINTER  1959-67   Bill taught me in 1960-61, my second year, when he had just arrived at the school as a young, I guess, probationer teacher.  I can't say he helped me to 'get' Physics, let alone enjoy it, so I proceeded along the 'L' rather than the 'S' pathway towards the sixth form.
However, looking back, what I remember is that he was one of the very first teachers I experienced who was able to engender respect without needing to assume a hard, authoritarian carapace to cover his own good nature.  Bill's easy manner fostered engagement with the subject and himself.  In those days, as the school was then, I think that was something pretty unusual, and an indication he was one of those rare phenomena - a born teacher.
My acquaintance with Bill Mann was brief and limited.  It is clear, though, that he is held in high esteem, and remembered with great affection by generations of pupils who, thanks to him, did go on to 'get' and love Physics.  I can easily understand why.

FROM CHRIS TATTON   I was sorry to hear about the death of Bill Mann, my old Physics teacher.
He taught me in my 'O' level year, and between us we managed to get a grade B, which I was pretty pleased with.
Bill was such a good, enthusiastic, teacher that I wanted to do 'A' level Physics, but unfortunately I couldn't fit it into my timetable with Economics and Geography.
How differently my life might have turned out had I been able to take 'A' level Physics...
So thank you, Bill.  RIP.

FROM ANDY BENNETT  1969-75   Bill was so welcoming to we 1969 first-formers, and his Physics lessons acted as a catalyst to me taking up a life-long interest in astronomy and space exploration.  Bill was mindful that some of us (me included!) were not strong in mathematics, and would work through the formulas twice.  Once for the high-fliers in calculus, and again for the non-calcule members,  Equation; \(a=\frac{v-u}{t} etc.
His inspiration led to me meeting Buzz Aldrin at the Leicester Space Centre a few years ago, and to have a conversation with some of the controllers on the ill-fated Apollo 13 mission.
I thought of Bill whilst watching the recent solar eclipse in Cornwall.  I am a member of the Norman Lockyer observatory, a few miles from where I live in Devon.
Thank you, Bill, for enriching my life.

FROM CHRIS SEAL  1974-82   In 1974 it was still City Boys and a grammar school (We were the last grammar school year) and Bill Mann was head of the junior school.  I think that, because of his pipe, black gown and tweed jacket, we thought he was older than he actually was.
He taught me Physics, and during the first lesson he asked what was Physics.  I didn't know, and Bill replied,'don't worry, you will by the time you reach 'O' level.  Five years later he asked me the same question.  I still didn't really know, but it was enough to obtain a 'C' grade.
Bill was a lovely gentleman, and still remembered me when he bumped into my parents in The Cedars - pint in one hand, pipe in the other.

FROM ALAN PYKETT  1959-66   Bill never taught me, so my memory is that he was one of the three masters on the school trip to Paris in the summer of 1965.  Mr Orton was the lead master, supported by Mr Baguley and Mr Mann.
 I am sure that  Bill made a large contribution to the trip's success, with his laid-back manner shining through.  
We saw all the sights of Paris, plus some of the surrounding area, including the Palace of Versailles.
On a personal note, this was my first trip abroad and my first experience of flying - two things I found very exciting.
Memories of a lovely gentleman.

FROM MIKE LONG   I attended CBS from the mid sixties to the early seventies, and have fond memories of Bill Mann.  He always brought Physics to life.  When teaching escape velocity it came under the headings 'Men wishing to get away from it all parts 1 & 2'.  When teaching the rate of cooling he asked, 'If you'd just made a coffee, and the phone rang, should you put the milk in before answering it, or after the call?'
I still remember these at the age of seventy one, so they must have worked.
I also remember Bill's sly chuckle when telling us that the alternative unit of measurement to hertz, for cycles per second, was rentavan, which he pronounced with a French accent.
 A few years after leaving school I bumped into Bill.  He was ringing the bells at St  Denys' church for my school pal's wedding.  He was a gent then, and always.

FROM GEOFF MANCHESTER  1961-66   I was never taught by Bill Mann.  However, for some years after leaving school I would occasionally bump into him at Grace Road watching the cricket.  He would not have known me, so one day I introduced myself and we had  a brief chat about the old school days.

FROM DEAN SWANN  1971-77   Coming from a working class background on the Netherhall council estate, joining CBS came as a great shock!  Sons of doctors, lawyers etc, with swimming pools at their houses and sixth formers driving cars.
Bill Mann gave me the confidence to survive my first few months, and always referred to me as Dean Thomas, my christian names.
Physics was my only science subject for 'O' level, and I received an 'A'.
I went on to have a thirty year career in the police force, and came across Bill as a magistrate.  On one occasion I was called to give evidence in a not guilty plea for some forgotten minor misdemeanor.  We never conversed, but after completing my evidence Bill thanked me, on behalf of the court, something that had never happened before or after.  The verdict was 'guilty'.
I'm sure that Bill's positive influence helped many a young lad over the years.

FROM STEWART McDERMOTT  1972-79   Bill was not only a great teacher (He taught me Physics in my first year) he was also an inspiring leader of the Air Cadets Detached  Flight.  Whether helping us to use air rifles in the firing range under the stage, building and racing go karts on the bottom playground, or building and flying model aircraft, Bill always tried to make it fun - unlike the army cadets, who spent most of their time doing drill or playing hide and seek!
Bill was instrumental in getting our detached flight integrated with the main cadets, and ensured we went flying with the RAF in two-seater Chipmunks and gliders.  His enthusiasm was infectious.
As a sixth former I recall that Bill was tasked with policing The  Dove on school disco nights, to prevent underage drinking. I was surprised on one such occasion when Bill bought me a pint, ostensibly because I was an Old Boy, or older than I actually was.  Either way I realised he knew what we were doing, and enjoyed the fact he trusted me enough to buy the beer.
Bill was one of the teachers I most respected during my time at CBS, and surely I am not alone in thinking that he and his ilk will be sorely missed.
It's to their credit there are so many boys and girls who are all the better for being taught and influenced by such great and caring teachers.

FROM SIMON TURRELL  1963-70   I was not taught by Bill Mann, but remember him as one of the friendlier and more approachable staff.
He began an Air Training Cadet Corps detachment, and I deserted from the Army cadets to join!  Bill arranged gliding sessions, and a memorable visit to the Vulcan bomber base at RAF Cottesmore, which was part of our nuclear deterrent in the sixties.

FROM JOHN PASIECZNIK  1971-78   Nervously arriving at Downing  Drive on my first day (After a lengthy journey from Belgrave involving two buses) I found myself in 1M, Bill Mann's form.
All the masters seemed old to us, but Bill was only thirty three in 1971.
I recall Bill saying we were 'tall boys' perhaps because we enjoyed a good diet during the previous decade?) When calling the register, Bill had difficulty pronouncing my name, followed immediately by Poniatowski!
Bill's watch was always fifteen or twenty minutes fast, and when asked why, Bill said he enjoyed teaching so much he did not want his lessons to end!
During my first year I was led astray by other boys - that's my excuse anyway - and began smoking 'down the bike sheds' at lunch (dinner) time.  I still don't know how Bill failed to smell smoke on my blazer.
Pipe-smoking Bill may have been old school, but he was a kindly man, and a mentor to me during my seven years at the school.  In later years I would see him enjoying a pint in The Dove, and of course greatly enjoyed meeting him at our annual reunions in Clarence House.

FROM ALAN RUDGE  1954-61  I have known Bill since he joined CBS in 1960.  John Gillam, Mark (?) Hall. Johnny Edwards and myself were all retaking our Physics 'A' Level, and were privileged to have Bill to teach us.  It was a strange year, because by January 1961 we had obtained places at university so the last few months were very relaxed.  We all got on really well, and Bill began to oversee the fencing activity.  The club had begun in 1959, and Bill took charge from 1961 until I took over in 1976. Bill continued his interest, assisting with the annual school competitions, and for many years was secretary of the East Midlands Fencing Association .
When I returned as a teacher in 1974 I was fortunate to be able to play bridge at lunchtime - yes, we had a decent break then - with Bill, John Lawson, Ken Witts and sometimes Les Willan.  By then, Bill was head of a year group, and later became head of the lower school after amalgamation.  He was totally dedicated to teaching and the pupils in his care.  I was privileged to be a friend and colleague over more than forty years.  Bill will be sadly missed, but he had a rewarding career and I pray that he suffered little in his latter years.

FROM KEITH BROWN  1961-69   I was captain of the fencing club, with Bill Mann the master in charge.  He was always an enthusiastic presence, with his characteristic curly pipe, and tireless in his support of the club. He freely gave his time to transport team members to various far-flung destinations, either at the weekend or after school.  Bill was a very popular figurehead, but  also slightly mysterious with his rather interesting mews-type flat at the top end of London Road.

FROM GEOFF GERMAN  1965-71   Bill was such a lovely man, and a great teacher.  He even managed to teach me some Physics!  No mean feat, as I was absolutely hopeless.  I also remember his acute and admirable sense of humour.  A truly delightful chap, who will be greatly missed.

FROM DEREK HOLLIS   Bill Mann taught me Physics.  Later I became curate of St Denys church, Evington, where Bill was the Tower Captain.  One young boy was keen to learn bell ringing, but was not tall enough to reach.  Bill told him he would bring a box next week for him to stand on.The following week the lad turned up and asked Bill 'Did you bring the box for me?'  Bill, who was of course well-used to dealing with young boys, replied 'No, because I expected you would have grown since last week!'

FROM JOHN O'GRADY  1959 -66??   I was very saddened to hear that Bill Mann had passed away.  He was my Physics teacher in the autumn of 1962, so a fairly new teacher.  At our first class he announced he would offer Physics Prac as an extra subject for those sufficiently interested to stay back for an hour once per week, and as an extra 'O' level exam subject.
It was fantastic.  Bill was brilliant at teaching those additional practical skills week after week.  I thoroughly enjoyed learning cooling curves, error and confidence bars applied to graphs and so on.  He made it so worthwhile I did not mind going home at 5pm in the dark.
Together with Tony Baxter's expertise in teaching maths that was an outstanding time for me, and they cemented my firm interest.
Whilst I was not an outstanding student, thanks to Bill and Tony my interest grew, and after moving to Australia mid sixth-form I chased the topics  at university level where I did considerably better.
Sadly I never saw Bill again, but he left a positive and indelible mark on me.

FROM ALAN FISHER  1964-71   Bill was housemaster of Charnwood House.  He often called me in for a chat about the shame I brought to the House due to the number of detentions -mostly deserved - I received.  Despite that, I always found him to be a kind teacher.
I was also grateful for his encouragement when I was a member of the fencing club.
Definitely in the top five of my CBS teachers.

FROM STEPHEN THOMPSON  1966-73  (Brian Thompson's son)  Mr Mann was my Physics teacher for 'A' level in the sixth form (1971-73) and helped me achieve a passable, though not outstanding, 'D ' grade.
I always felt I got on well with Bill, and recognised his loyalty to the school where he did all his teaching - as did Mr Lawrence and Mr Lawson, who also taught Physics.
I knew that Bill was Housemaster of Charnwood (I was in  De Montfort) and also that he succeeded Mr Wardle as head of the junior school.
He was very interested in all sports, and often played for the staff cricket and football teams, as well as some refereeing.
At school fetes there was often a 'ducking prefects with water' stall, and Bill was the only master prepared to submit to the challenge.
He was well known for being red/green colour blind, thus making it necessary for the lab assistant to write 'red' and 'green' on the relevant filters.
Being from the county of Norfolk, Bill was very proud of what Norwich City F C achieved.
I came to know Bill better in later life as a member of the Old Humberstone Constitutional Club.  I joined in 1996 and remained a member until its closure.  Initially he didn't recognise me, but when I gave my name he never forgot it.  He was a  regular attender, especially on Saturday evenings, when he and a pal, the late Mike Bull who taught at Whitehall primary school, played on the fruit machines.  Often they would leave late, their pockets full of coins!  Bill served on the club committee, and was President for many years.  The duties included chairing the AGM's, which were looked forward to by the members.  He was a good quiz master, and often organised the monthly quizzes.   Sometimes I was on Bill's team, which often won.
Bill attended St Denys church in Evington.  He attended my father's funeral in 2011, and had often asked how he was, especially during the last few months of his life.
He will be much missed by all his former pupils, both those who are Old Wyvernians and those pupils (or students??) at Downing Drive comprehensive co-ed school/college.

FROM KARA MOLYNEUX  (Nee Jordan)   I was sad to hear this news.  Mr Mann was very kind to me when I was a timid teenager.  He found me crying one day when I was lost, and after that I always felt he looked out for me.  He called me Miss Jordan, I felt so grown up!  God bless you Mr Mann, rest well.

FROM ADAM CLAY   Very sad news.  Bill Mann was a lovely teacher, I still remember my first day at Downing Drive.  He christened me Little Sid, because my older brother was already at the school, nicknamed Sid.after the personalised pencils given to him by Sid Clay, our grandfather.  Bill was a lovely man, who has clearly left many happy memories.  Rest in peace.

FROM GARY BENTLEY  1969-76   Bill introduced me to the Air Cadets, we had some great times flying Chipmunks and gliders; firing .22's, Lee Enfields and SLRs - even a bren gun.  Treasured memories, and I still have the ATC target sheet from obtaining my badge at RAF Newton in 1972.  Would not have done any of that if it wasn't for Bill.  Still can't tell a Hurricane from a Spitfire though...

FROM JULIE POWERS   Out of all the teachers ,I still remember Mr Mann.  He was such a lovely teacher.

FROM LUCY PHIPPS   Sorry to hear this sad news.  Mr Mann really was a great teacher and a lovely person.

FROM ANGELA JANE   Very sorry to hear this.  He was a lovely teacher.
 
FROM JENNY WHEATLEY   Rest in eternal peace, Mr Mann.  A great teacher, who made learning fun.  Thank you.

FROM THEO FRASER   A truly great teacher!  He was very kind to me.  Mr Bull saved me from being bullied at Whitehall Primary  School.  We need more like them.  Happy memories.

FROM SIMON PARTRIDGE  1966-72   Very sad to read this news.  Bill Mann always had a cheery smile for me, my late brother Richard, Pete Luketa ad Brian Carruthers at evensong in St James the Greater.

FROM DENNIS BIGGS  1949-56   I am so sorry to learn of the passing of Bill Mann.  He was obviously a well-loved and respected teacher.  I did not know Bill, but saw him a couple of times at the reunions.

FROM RALPH PARISH   I first met Bill Mann at the end of my first year when in Jouey en Josas??? on a school trip to Paris.  He took to calling me Peter, as it alliterated with Parish.  I think that Bill and Dave Lawrence taught me Physics all the way through, and I took 'A' level Physics successfully before becoming a Physics teacher myself.
I particularly remember my inability to join the football team.  It was a disappointment, but I was a bit weedy early on.  Bill ran a 'B' team, which I did join, and he managed this group with patience, humour and encouragement.
Eventually I did break into the first team, and stayed there.  I was always grateful for Bill's nurturing.

FROM DENNIS J DUGGAN  1959-64   I am pretty sure Bill never taught me.  My only memory is of him often accompanying Jock Gilman to the weekly games afternoons to Grace Rosd or Rushey Fields.

Dennis J Duggan  1959-64
August 20th 2026


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Tuesday, 4 August 2026

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From: Den Duggan 
Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2026 at 19:55
Subject: OWT August 2026
To: Brian Screaton , Frank Smith 


OLD WYVES' TALES
 THE ONLINE VERSION
AUGUST 2026
EDITED BY DENNIS J DUGGAN


FROM DENNIS BIGGS  1949-56   I was interested to read about the woodwork classes.  Mr Cropper was the teacher in 1949, and the first item I made was a stand for a smoothing iron.  My mother used it for a number of years.  Until the purchase of a folding ironing board many years later, mum used the kitchen table.  The skills we learned came in useful in later life.
3 Alpha had art classes instead of woodwork.  I can't recall the first master's name, but later we had Mr Kaye.
The House system was very important, especially for sporting activities.  We also had house assemblies.  I was in Bradgate (red) with Johnny Jeeves, an elderly teacher of French, as house master.  Abbey was green, Charnwood yellow, De Montfort blue.  In later years the system seemed to wane, and become less important. I am still in contact with a few Old Boys from the 1949 intake,  John Hill, Graham Norton, Bob Gregory, John Page  but inevitably our numbers are dwindling as we are almost ninety years old!  If any others from 1949 see this, please get in touch via the facebook page.  See item below!! -Ed
Our contact with the old school via Wyvernians is very important to us.  So I thank Dennis, Brian and Frank for their continued efforts to keep things alive and thriving.

FROM ALAN PYKETT  1959-66   August 31st, 2025, marked forty two years attendance at the church where I am still a member.  I believe that during that time I was the only Wyvernian, so am delighted to advise that, at a stroke, the number increased to four on September 1st 2025.  I have been joined by fellow Wyvernians John King (1950-56) Brian Pearson (1949-55) Stephen Thompson (1966-73)  This follows the closure of their former church.  Many readers will know that Stephen is the son of Brian Thompson, who was also a local Methodist preacher.  Naturally we have good chats about our days at CBS  See item above!! - Ed
Editors note:  I wore my Wyvernians tee shirt at lunch one day on a cruise ship to Iceland in 2002.  Imagine my surprise when a chap across the table announced he was once one of my teachers at CBS.  It was Brian Thompson, and we had a lovely chat.  He genuinely remembered me, as he was my form master in 1 Alpha, and I caused him a few problems.

FROM PETER DICKMAN  1972-79
   I attended Whitehall Junior school, and selected CBS as my first choice for several reasons: it was my father's school (late thirties, early forties) my mother worked there part-time in the office; it was convenient, as we lived nearby - not far from The Dove, where I worked briefly between school and university.  Any other choice would have been unthinkable, not to say treasonable, under those circumstances.  Most of my friends went on to Wyggeston.
The last two reasons were not necessarily great, especially when some of the teachers came to the house for dinner with my parents.  My father subsequently threw himself into PTA activities and continued long after I left for Cambridge.  That's a lot of family connections to hide when starting at a new school, not helped by Mr Golding deliberately (gleefully?) revealing my link to the school office during an early music lesson.  Fortunately my mother eventually transferred to a full-time job at Judgemeadow, which reduced the pressure a little (But not much)
Initially I was shy and quiet, though finally began to find my feet in the sixth form.  Along the way I formed some lifelong friendships, which have stood the test of time.  I was utterly unsporty, but strong at maths.  With Tony Baxter also running drama activities I eventually became involved in that too.  Initially as a prompter in a Shakespeare comedy (can't recall which) then with minor parts.  One year I played a soldier in Aykbourn's Ernie's Incredible Illucinations, and Mr Fitch, the Borough Surveyor, in Albert's Bridge.  I recall Tony being a huge fan of Tom Stoppard's work.  The events following Fitch's flawed transition-planning from old to new paint systems, were even the basis for a couple of real-world discussions related to computer software changes, decades later.
I also tried my hand at drama, briefly, in my first year at university, as an ant in The Insect Play.  But my lifetime peak and triumph was at CBS, playing the dead body in The Real Inspector Hound, which was also by Stoppard.  It was performed in the round, which meant I had to lie on the hall floor, absolutely still and breathing as shallowly as possible.  That was before the audience arrived until after the final bow.  Unforgettable - for me at least.

OBITUARIES   From John Offord.  Those who attended the school between 1958 and 1965 may remember footballer Bob Hastings.  Sadly Bob passed away on Easter Sunday.  Outside school, Bob was a member of The Heathens five-a-side football team. They reached the final of a competition played at Granby Halls.  Team members were Eric Bann, Mel Knight, John Offord, Steve Hunt and Bob Hastings.
From Gary Archer 1971-78   Matthew Biggs passed away July 2026, aged sixty five.  He presented BBC Gardeners' Question Time.  I'm pretty sure he was in the same year as me, but did not stay on for the sixth form.

Dennis J Duggan (1959-64)

Thursday, 5 February 2026

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From: Den Duggan 
Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2026 at 17:26
Subject: OWT February 2026



OLD WYVES' TALES
 THE ONLINE VERSION
FEBRUARY 2026
EDITED BY DENNIS J DUGGAN


FROM DAVID LINNELL  1955-62   I was never any good at woodwork.  So when we had to make a stool I was not given a single  piece of wood to make the seat - instead I got four strips of wood which needed to be planed to size and glued together.  Four legs were then attached to the side pieces via mortise and tenon joints, and the seat attached.  I still feel a real sense of triumph that the resulting stool lasted for many years as a secure solid seat and hop-up.'  If only I could have demonstrated this to my old teacher!

OBITUARIES   Brian Jordan informs us that John Crouch passed away recently.  He was one of the 1959 intake.
Terry Holt passed away on December 12th 2025, aged 82, after a short illness.
Mark Skevington contacted me as follows: it is with great sadness I inform you that my father, John Skevington (1945-53) died on his 91st birthday in July 2025.  He settled in Sheffield via university in London after leaving school, but it's clear the school never left him.  So he was delighted to reconnect in recent years, attending the final reunion in 2023.  Thank you for making that possible.

FROM MARTIN POTTER  1965-72   Ernie Bell would doubtless have been thrilled had I reported that after leaving CBS I went on to obtain a Cambridge University degree.  But that would not represent the whole truth, if such a thing exists in these times of alternative facts.  Yes, I did study for a degree in Cambridge, at an educational establishment that is now a university, but one which was very much at the opposite end of the academic hierarchy to the somewhat better-known University of Cambridge.
I was awarded a CNAA degree in modern languages by the Cambridge College of Arts and Technology - a college which at that time did not even qualify for polytechnic status.  It did eventually become a polytechnic in 1991 then, in 1992 after the passage of the Further and Higher Education act - it became an independent university, along with all the other polytechnics.  Were I to reveal this to Mr Bell he would undoubtedly have been horrified.  On the many occasions he spoke to us about our options on leaving school, he would invariably laud Oxbridge as the only worthwhile aspiration.  On the other hand, if we chose not to apply ourselves, and did not put the work in, the best we could hope for was - and I quote - 'a degree in sociology at the University of Little Pidlington.'
I fear my degree falls somewhat into the latter category, and I sincerely hope that poor old Ernie isn't turning in his grave.  In fact the degree was of a standard commensurate with a 'proper' university course, albeit not at Oxbridge level.  I studied German and Spanish, but the course was unusual in that it included a large element of modern history relating to the countries whose languages we studied.  The idea was to give us a better insight into the mindset of the local population during our study period overseas, and made for an interesting course.  But my four years at CCAT were also hugely rewarding from a social point of view, making lifelong friends, enriching the local hostelries - and meeting my wife.  We have been married for almost fifty years.

FROM ROGER DIGBY TILTON  1969-76   Question: is there a record, or archive, giving details of the syllabus for which we studied and sat exams?  For example, I am interested to know the set texts for English Lit 'O' level in 1974, and 'A' level in 1976 - governed by the Joint Matriculation Board (Which I believe has since metamorphosised considerably since)  Many thanks in advance for any interest or help. 
Contact   +22241950057 WhatsApp.

FROM ALAN RUDGE  1954-61   I was saddened to hear that John Crouch has passed away.  He will be missed by the fencing world.  If my memory is correct, fencing at CBS began in 1958, and John commenced his career under the guidance of Ray Waterfield, an excellent coach.  I  recall fencing against John when I was at university, and he was already very good.
I came across John many times, as we were both involved with East Midlands teams.  Much later, we met at veterans' events.  John was dedicated to fencing, and had exceptional  organisation skills, which helped him with the roles he held.  He was also an excellent President, respected by fencers of all abilities and international standing.  His contribution to the sport cannot be under-estimated.
I hope that other fencers who recall John will share their memories.

FROM BRIAN STEVENSON  1959-65   I hope it's not too late for me to send in a memory of Bunny Hutchinson. Unlike many fellow Wyves, woodwork was probably my least favourite lesson of the week. I was totally inept at anything practical, and I can't recall actually completing any of the woodwork tasks set, not even that wretched table lamp thing we did at the beginning. As time passed I would furtively conceal pieces of mangled wood in my blazer pockets, where my mother would sometimes find them and question me before they were thrown away. She seemed more bemused than cross. Thankfully my dad seems not to have got to hear of these failures, as he may have taken a less charitable view.

What did Bunny have to say about this state of affairs, you may ask? It seems I was saved because of my usefulness to him in other matters. Many contributors have mentioned Bunny's love of horse racing. He was also very interested in boxing. In that period (early 60s), Britain was able to boast a number of heavyweight boxers who were competitive on the international scene – the likes of Dick Richardson, Brian London, Joe Erskine and of course 'Our 'Enery' Cooper. Mostly they were never quite good enough to win the really important fights when it came to the crunch, but they did have their supporters on the edge of their seats at times. As it happened, my dad was always very interested in these fights, and he and I would spend evenings listening to the wireless commentaries of Harry Carpenter ('oh.. back, back, back goes Erskine's head…') when the big fights were on. As a result I had a good knowledge of the heavyweight boxing scene at this time. Now, I don't know whether Bunny couldn't afford a radio or was pursuing other interests of an evening, but he never seemed to know who had won the fights, and would sometimes start his lesson (after the usual 'Now, gather round…') with the question 'Does anybody know about the boxing last night'? And of course, I, his worst pupil, usually only too keen to remain as anonymous as possible to avoid any attention being paid to my woodwork, was able to pipe up unexpectedly and furnish him with the result and a bit of an account of the fight. I think this somehow made him think kindly of me, and when he came anywhere near my bench, he would just grimace at what he saw and pass on without comment. This useful arrangement saw me through a year or two until I was able to give up woodwork.

When you look back, we were given some odd choices of lessons at school. At one point we had to choose between woodwork and art. Both of these were anathema to me, but even art was a better prospect than woodwork. Sadly, I was no more able to produce a painting to please Charlie Varley than I could fashion a bookcase to satisfy Bunny. But I never found an equivalent excuse for Charlie!


Dennis J Duggan - 1959-64

   

                                                                                                                                           


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OLD WYVES' TALES
 THE ONLINE VERSION
NOVEMBER 2025
EDITED BY DENNIS J DUGGAN


FROM TONY FOWKES  1961-68
   I too recall the severe winter of 1962/63, and its affect on our games afternoons.  We were bussed to Grace Road (three to a seat!) and instantly formed into a crocodile for the walk back into town.

FROM ROGER GOWLAND  1957-64   One wet ,lunchtime, I was sitting in the 5S form room, smoking a cigarette as usual.  Suddenly Bunny Hutchinson burst into the room.  Desperately I tried to extinguish the cigarette under cover of my desk, burning one of my fingers in the process.  'Gowland, have you been smoking?' asked Bunny, I admitted my guilt, Bunny replied, 'Well can you give me a light, the so-and-sos in the staff room won't oblige!'  Fond memories of one of my favourite teachers.

OBITUARIES   Dianne Godby informs us  that Steve Godby (1968-75) passed away February 2025.
Keith Duguid informs us that Steve Hunt (1958-63) passed away on the 14th August.  Keith was told some months ago that Steve had terminal bone cancer, but was still playing golf. It is likely that Steve represented the school in both football and cricket.

FROM DAVID BILLSDON 1959-66   Sad to hear that Bunny Hutchinson has passed away. I am grateful to hm for preparing me for two foundations in my career as a Chartered Electrical Engineer.  In the first year sixth he provided as optional 'O' level course in geometric and engineering drawing.  As a boy, I had been interested in electronics, and assembled radios of increasing complexity.  A friend gave me a magazine which had a project to construct an electric guitar.  As I did not own the necessary tools, I asked Bunny if I could work in the woodwork room over lunchtimes.  He agreed, made the tools available, and also provided advice on techniques and choice of materials.  The project was a success.
My 'A' level results were below expectations, but I obtained an interview for a course on electrical and electronic engineering.  The panel seemed keen to assess my level of interest and ability on the subject, particularly hobbies and the guitar.  I think it was the guitar that clinched the offer of a place.
The skills learned in Bunny's classes have been useful in many DIY projects over the years. My other memory is that he took part in motor cycle scrambling, and from time to time turned up wearing a bandage or sling!  Happy days...

FROM HOWARD TOON  1950-57   This contribution concerns my English teacher, George Franey, and a comment he supposedly made to all his pupils.  It was simply this: people who use bad language have lazy minds, in so far as they cannot not be bothered to think of the appropriate words for the prevailing circumstances. Although not given to swearing myself, the comment has stayed in my mind as being true, and I'm glad to say the use of bad language has never taken hold.  May he rest in peace.

FROM GEOFF MANCHESTER  1961-66   I volunteer at the Great Central Railway, and a few years ago came across John Offord.  .  That was on the platform at Leicester North station.  I mentioned that I had joined Wyvernians after it was well-established, so had not seen the first dozen or so editions of OWT.  John then printed issues one to twelve, and brought them to the next reunion.  Recently I came across them again, and noted the request for catch phrases in the July 2001 issue.  Ken Witts was a good source.  Go and get organised; don't just sit there and let it roll round your ears;  and one often aimed at me in response to an incorrect answer - don't insult my intelligence. 

FROM DENNIS BIGGS  1949-56   I was interested to hear about Peter Robinson's sports photo exhibition at De Montfort University.  Peter, who attended CBS, is a leading photographer, specialising in sports.  These include Olympic Games and world cup football.  I made contact with Peter at the 2012 Olympic Games in London.  I was one of the many  volunteer Games Makers, seconded to the Protocol Group at Wembley stadium.  This gave me access to the VIP lounge, enabling me to watch the matches with FIFA officials, team managers and delegations from abroad.  My role was to ensure the well-being of the visitors, so I met a number of former and current players, plus the leaders of the delegations.
Peter was there in his official capacity as an accredited photographer, and I was able to spend time with him behind the scenes, and by the  pitch.  When we said goodbye, Peter was already preparing for the 2016 Olympics, in Brazil.  I have recently been in touch with Peter, who remembered our time together.
Unfortunately I cannot travel to Leicester, but am sure the exhibition will prove of great interest to visitors.  We can be proud that one of our Old Boys achieved such fame and success in his chosen career..
A couple of years later I undertook a similar role in the Para Olympics at the O2 London Dome, which hosted the wheelchair basketball matches.  It was a memorable time for me, as I was involved in this once in a lifetime event.  That included the opening and closing ceremonies, plus the opportunity to watch the action at close quarters.

 AND FINALLY...  My only memory of woodwork lessons involves an accident.  A fellow pupil managed to use a panel saw to gash his knee.  The wound was soon bandaged, but possibly require stitches.  So a prefect was summoned to accompany the unfortunate boy to the A & E department at the infirmary, travelling by bus!  We never heard anything further of the matter, though one can't help wondering what would happen in today's risk averse society and its obsession with health and safety.

Dennis J Duggan (1959-64)
November 6th 2025








Friday, 19 September 2025

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OLD WYVES' TALES
 THE ONLINE VERSION
SPECIAL MEMORIAL EDITION IN HONOUR OF 
FRANK (fFRED/BUNNY) HUTCHINSON)
  SEPTEMBER 2025
EDITED BY DENNIS J DUGGAN

EDITORIAL   We all have memories of our former teachers at CBS, some good, some not so good! But occasionally the sad passing of a particular individual sparks off a host of affectionate messages as we recall those masters who, for whatever reason, made such an indelible impression which has remained with us to this day.  Three examples are Dr Arnold Doc Burrows, Ken Witts and John Larry Lawson.   And now we have another addition to the Hall of Fame - Frank Fred Bunny Hutchinson, who taught woodwork and metalwork from 1957-96 (The exact dates are uncertain, but whatever, it was a very long time!)  During my years (1959-64) we thought his name was Fred, but at one of the reunions he told is it was actually Frank.  Apparently that was to avoid confusion with another chap, also called Frank Hutchinson.

FROM BRIAN SCREATON 1959-65   A bit of sad news I'm afraid.  I've just been notified that former teacher Frank Fred Hutchinson passed away on Sunday August 31st.  A service to celebrate his life will be held at Cold Overton church, East Leicestershire, on Wednesday October 1st at 2pm.  I understand there is likely to be a large number of attendees.  

FROM ALAN COCKBILL  1961-67   We always called Mr Hutchinson Bunny. Not to his face of course, but as a term of endearment.  I think he was generally well-liked.  One of the two coffee tables I made, with his guidance and support, is still in use in my brother's summer house.  The smell of parana pine being sawn or planed, and the warm fish glue - which dripped everywhere if you weren't careful - are with me still.  I mentioned it to Frank at, I think, our final reunion, and it made him chuckle.  Inevitably, his corduroy trousers were always covered in dust and wood shavings.

FROM BOB CHILDS  1976-2009   A very fond farewell....
When I joined the newly named City of Leicester School on Downing Drive in 1976 it was starting its evolution from a single sex selective school to a mixed, all ability comprehensive. It now had an 8 form entry instead of 3, which required more accommodation and new facilities. I was one of about ten newly appointed teachers but of course most were inherited from City Boys from its pre 1965 existence at Humberstone Gate. You could say that the staff in 1976 were like a case of old wine in new bottles. In addition the school pupils or students from the CBS era remained in the majority until 1979 and a significant presence until 1982.
Older, experienced staff came and went throughout my career up to 2009. Fred (as we knew him) was of course exceptional as he served CBS, COLS and the City of Leicester College as a Woodwork, Design and Supply teacher for about 44 years! I initially came across Fred on some lunchtimes,  when looking out from the History Department 's stockroom at the back of room. C (later room 17) on the corner of the upper floor of the Science and Library block. A few male staff sometimes went for a run at lunchtimes....notably John Lee (English) and my colleague Geoffrey Reginald Norris Littlejohns! Sometimes they were accompanied by a craggy looking, middle aged but very lean and fit man with his trousers tucked into his socks....FH!
Other early encounters were in after school full staff meetings when Mr. Wood was Headteacher. As 5PM approached audible groans and murmurs would greet Fred asking a question or giving a view on lunchtimes, bells, movement between lessons, detentions etc!  What soon became clear however was how well liked, friendly and helpful he was. In the mid eighties I had moved from Winterdrsdale Road in Evington to Thurcaston near Rothley. Having mentioned we wanted someone to fit two bespoke cupboards in our lounge, Fred insisted on helping us. Within weeks he had driven over from East Leicestershire on several occasions having:
sourced a large piece of a fallen oak 
prepared it in school
built two perfectly fitted cupboards in a light oak finish
refused to accept proper remuneration for his time, travel and professional skill.
I told the young couple who bought our house in 2015 they had a very special set of matching cupboards
Fred was what my Auntie would have called a "one orff" ! He had a thorough understanding of his subject and was an excellent teacher as well as an accomplished rider of horses. He was a man I am glad to have known both as a colleague and friend.

FROM MELVYN LINNETT  1962-67   My first memory of Bunny was in woodwork.  He was making a saddle (for a horse) and I guessed what it was. He was making the tree, which is basically the chassis.  Not long afterwards, he told me to bring a jacket to school.  It was a Friday, so sales day at Leicester racecourse.   We went at lunchtime, and watched the horses being sold.  The old Land Rover was very noisy, but to me it was a Rolls Royce.

FROM DAVID WALKER  I don't have many memories of my time at CBS, but do have a couple about Mr Hutchinson.  He drove a very old pickup truck, and we were instructed to design and manufacture a cover for the open deck, using wood provided by the school.  It took many weeks, but we were successful, and it looked very smart.  Later, he married, and we were tasked with crafting a bespoke wooden bedhead.  This was a more intensive job, involving experimenting with staining and polishing the timber.  It occupied a term of work before Mr Hutchinson announced it was  good enough for his bride-to-be.  I studied woodwork for my 'O' Level (or maybe 'A' level) and between us we decided I should make a china cabinet with glazed doors, using parana pine. This is a straight-grained softwood.  The end result was very successful, with many dovetail joints and treated with French polish.  It gained me good marks. It went into my mother's house, she was proud to show it off to her friends.  It now resides in my workshop, having been retrieved when my mother passed away. 

FROM JOHN OFFORD  1958-63   Very sad news.  I remember having discussions with Bunny at reunions, regarding horse racing and his career as a jockey.  I am still using the woodworking skills he taught me.  Not many former teachers left now. 

FROM KEN WARD 1959-66   One of the lessons I did enjoy was woodwork, with a really cool teacher called Mr Hutchinson.  His name was Frank, but for some reason everyone called him Fred.  Every teacher had a nickname, his was Bunny. Bunny Hutchinson - that was an appropriate name, but behind that name was a really great person.
Around the age of fourteen or fifteen I had been introduced to horse riding by a good friend from CBS.  At the weekends we would go to a riding stable in Queniborough.  It had twenty two horses and ponies, ranging in size up to eighteen hands.  We would be there on both Saturdays and Sundays.
I went to the stables to work, so I could 'earn' myself a ride, as I could not afford to pay for lessons.  There was a great gang of lads and lassies who would clean out the stables, and prepare the horses for the gentry to go hacking in the countryside around Queniborough.
Whilst the gentry were riding, I would be standing on top of the hay pile, separating the droppings from the bedding.  On cold days the steam rose from the pile to keep you warm.  Believe it or not, I loved it.
A young lady, perhaps around twenty four, was in charge of the four show ponies.  One was a beautiful palamino, which could only be ridden by the daughter of the stable owner. One day we got chatting, and when she discovered I went to CBS she said she was a friend of Bunny's. On returning to school I was approached by Bunny in the woodwork lesson, and the full story of his other life outside teaching became clear.
Bunny was a part-time jockey, and at weekends and holidays he rode horses for Lord Crawshaw at the races.  He lived in a mews cottage above the stables on Lord Crawshaw's estate, somewhere in Leicestershire.  Our mutual interest in horses was then always a topic of conversation.  Just before Easter, Bunny invited me to go to a point-to-point meeting, with him and his
partner, at Market Rasen.
For this to happen, I had to stay overnight at Bunny's apartment, and help prepare the horses the following morning.  A grey called September Mourn (sic) and one other before heading off.  It was a dull, overcast day, but a fabulous  one for me.  Because of strict rules I was not allowed into the stable area to help with the final preparations, but was left to nosey round the course and fantasise about being a jockey, given that I was still a shorty!
I did have the opportunity to talk to Fred about that Easter weekend some five years ago, at one of the annual reunions.  Understandably, he found it difficult to recall the experience, given the number of years that had passed.  However, he did recall that my dad drove me to the stables in his Standard Vanguard, and that alone was very satisfying for me.
Mr Hutchinson/Fred/Frank/Bunny, thank you for that great Easter.  It will never be forgotten.  I never did become a jockey, but still have a love of horses.
As for the woodwork lessons - well, that 's another story!

FROM RICHARD CHATHAM  1967-74   I have fond memories of Mr Hutchinson.  His teaching and encouragement during the double period helped my basic skills in woodwork and metalwork.  Classes began with a call of 'circles for turtles,' an invitation to gather round in our light brown aprons.  We left-handers had our own bench.  As my marks were only average I'm sure he would be amazed that the flower trough I constructed is still used and in good shape! Others may know of his (rumoured) horse riding and point to point achievements.  Occasionally we washed the old Land Rover.  I can't recall if that was because we had done well and finished early, or because we hadn't done so well! 'Measure twice, cut once,' was his advice.  He always said to begin by drawing the saw slowly towards us, to create a groove, before sawing strongly.

FROM KEITH BUCKNALL  1970-75   Mr Hutchinson was the woodwork teacher.  I think we might have called him Scrutch.   I'm sure he once sent someone out to fetch a bubble for the spirit level - or perhaps it was for a tin of elbow grease?  Lovely memories.  May he rest in peace, and rise in Glory.

FROM ALAN ROWDEN  1963-70   Sorry the hear that Mr Hutchinson has passed away.  I believe he used to be a jockey.  I managed to make a wooden pencil case in his woodwork class, which I still have.

Dennis J Duggan  1959-64
September 18th 2025

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  AUGUST 2025
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OBITUARIES   (From Mick Stokes 1957-62)  I am sorry to report the death of a former classmate, Eric 'Eggy' Hanson, who passed away during the weekend of July 12th & 13th. He joined CBS in 1957, and became a legal executive at a Leicester solicitors.  Eric was a keen player, and follower, of cricket.  He came up to Headingley last month for the test match, bur felt unwell so visited Leeds hospital.  He was discharged and returned home, but again felt sick and went to Leicester Royal Infirmary.  He was expected to be allowed home, but sadly that was not to be, and he passed away in hospital.
(From Frank Smith 1959-66)  I recently learned that Mick Savage has passed away.  He joined CBS in 1966. I first came across Mick a couple of years ago.  I was working as a volunteer classroom assistant at the WEA, supporting adult students attending computer classes.  Mick was there, to provide one-to-one support for his son. Whilst getting to know Mick, I discovered he was something of an artist.  Examples of his work can be seen at www.facebook.com/micksavart or www.savartist.wordpress.com.

FROM FRANK SMITH  1959-66
   (This item received May 21st - Ed)  Local firm Glenfield Television closed its shop in Glenfield at the end of May.  It was started by the Voce family in 1959.  I recognised the surname, and asked if ex-pupil David was a family member.  Apparently he was a cousin of the present owner Kevan.  Here's what cousin Kevan said: David trained to be an accountant.  Kept the Dove pub in Evington for a few years, then moved to Glenville Avenue, Glenfield, where he stayed until he died in 2008.  A lovely fella, and a fixture in the Railway Inn, Glenfield.  He loved nothing more than to do the Telegraph crossword over a couple of pints.  He was a really gifted pianist.  No lessons.  He listened to something and could just play it.  Amazing!

FROM TONY WAKEFIELD  1951-56   I was sorry to hear that my good friend, Roy Townsend, has died.  We were friends at CBS, but lost contact until we caught up again via OWT.  I would like to share the story of our big adventure.
During the summer of 1955, Roy's parents invited me to join them for their holiday at Pevensey Bay, near Eastbourne.  But he family car did not have sufficient room for everyone, so Roy and I decided to cycle there.  We set off very early in the morning, and reached Eastbourne around 11pm, feeling absolutely shattered.  We did not know the way to Pevensey Bay, so decided to sleep in one of the shelters on the prom.  We were woken in the early hours by a policeman, who demanded to know what we were doing.  We explained, and the policeman told us to follow him to the police station, where he put us in a cell for the rest of the night, and kicked us out in the morning. He did give us directions to Pevensey Bay.  I liked to tell people that Roy and I had once shared a cell, with no explanation, which caused some funny looks.  RIP, Roy.

FROM DENNIS BIGGS  (1949-56)   During September 1961 I began a degree course in Commerce and Russian Studies at Birmingham university.  My first-year tutor and lecturer on statistics was Professor Alan Walters, who became the controversial chief economic adviser to Margaret Thatcher during her term in office.  He was an inspiring teacher, but I had no inkling his career would lead him in that direction.  I met him again by chance a few years later at Vienna airport, but unfortunately we only had time for a brief chat.
From 1965-69 I was working for the East European filial of the merchant bank Guinness Mahon, and active in negotiating turnkey projects with the Soviet trading organisations.  The first British trade fair was staged in 1966, and I spent a number of weeks in Moscow assisting with the arrangements for this important event for Anglo-Soviet trade.
The fair was opened by Harold Wilson, and I was asked to accompany him on a tour of the stands.  He was very affable and interested in the exhibits, and as I spoke Russian I was able to act as an interpreter. I have a photo somewhere, which might have been used  in some of the newspapers
I married in 1967, and my long periods of absence on trade missions was proving problematic, so I joined Molins Machine Co, Deptford, as European Sales Manager.  Molins manufactured machinery for the cigarette industry, in particular a revolutionary machine which produced four thousand cigarettes per minute, and a machine which packaged cigarettes at two hundred packets per minute.  These were the hinged lid-type packets, still common today.  This was the heyday of cigarettes, and Molins had a world-wide dominance at the time, with trade in Europe ant the USA at its peak.  But the anti-smoking lobby was gradually taking hold, and the inevitable decline soon followed. 
So after seven years with Molins I was invited to join Blaw Knox, a Babcock & Wilson subsidiary, in Rochester, which made machinery for road construction.
Later I worked for Neil & Spencer, Leatherhead, manufacturers of dry cleaning and laundry machines.
Finally I was invited to join a larger company based in Augsburg and Heilbronn, Germany, where I worked for twelve years before finishing my career.
I was grateful for my apprenticeship at A A Jones & Shipman, Narborough Road South, Leicester, which began my career path through a number of leading machinery manufacturers in such a wide variety of industries.

FROM DAVE POSTLES  1960-67   A brief comment regarding the pitch at Downing Drive which was, as described in the CBS history book, a disaster.  I recall a game when the entire centre was cloying mud. Mr Haddon, the referee, instructed us to get the ball out to the wings, where there was at least some grass.  As to the solid defence during the 1966-67 season (when the 1st eleven won the cup) that solidity was entirely due to 'loan' players from the lower years.  Bill  Souden, for example, was an accomplished defender.  I'm not sure those of us from the sixth form in the back four achieved the same standard or consistency.  Similarly, for crucial games the attack was reinforced by the addition of Steggles, from the lower years.

FROM PETER KIRK  1953-60   Roger Povoas wondered if there was any information regarding the 1953 intake, so here is my response!
It was GEOFF Kitchen, but I have no further details
John Geary: Obtained a degree in geography, and spent most of his career teaching in Africa, where he became a Headmaster.  He passed away in 2020.
Dave Williams: Obtained degrees in history and PGCE.  Taught history at a Reading secondary school, then spent twenty seven years at a further education college in Huddersfield.
Jim Henderson: Obtained a degree in modern languages.  Was a teacher at Ripon grammar school, then spent the rest of his career in Hong Kong.
Trevor Cross: Attended Oxford university, and worked for the gas board.
Peter Kirk: Obtained a degree in modern languages, taught first in south Wales then Welwyn Garden City, where I was head of modern languages.  Then followed a teacher exchange with a German colleague, and found life, and teaching, in the Black Forest so rewarding I moved to Germany, and taught English for thirty years.  I now live near Brecon.

FROM DAVE WINTER  1959-66   I am trying to contact Arthur Skinner. He joined CBS in 1959, but I'm not sure when he left.  I recently revisited Houghton Mill, sixty-odd years after we went there on the first stage of our cycling trip round Holland.  It would be great to make contact again.  I have found Arthur on the Linkedin website, but don't know how to make contact via that route.  
(If any reader can help, please contact me via email and I will forward the message to Dave.  I  cannot share Dave's contact details here, for reasons of privacy - Ed)

AND FINALLY...
   Anyone remember the very harsh winter of 1962-63?  Everywhere frozen solid for several weeks, but it did not defeat Jock Gilman, the teacher in charge of sport.  We were transported to Grace Road as usual, courtesy of Leicester Corporation Transport, where we formed up into a crocodile and walked back into town. via Aylestone Road.  Bill Mann was often roped in as well.  Supervision was minimal, and whilst I had no objection to a walk, it seemed rather pointless to trek back to the city centre when I was already halfway home.  We lived in South Wigston, and the number 87 bus, which terminated by The Exchange, Sturdee Road (On the Monsell) passed by the junction with Grace Road at regular intervals.  No roll call was taken, so my cunning plan was to make sure to be the last person in the crocodile, then secrete myself just inside one of the extensive front gardens until the column was out of sight.  All I had to do then was wait at the bus stop!  I don't think I risked it every time though!  No point pushing my luck!  Did anyone else manage to slip away?

Dennis J Duggan
1959-64