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

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

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Date: Sun, 11 May 2025 at 14:29
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To: Brian Screaton 

  Hello All,

Dennis has completed the new edition of Old Wyves Tales, but Frank Smith is away on holiday, so it won't appear on the Website or Facebook until later this week. So as not to keep you waiting I thought the best thing is to email it out to you, as below.

Don't forget that Dennis is always looking for contributions to OWT, so if there is anything in this issue that sparks a memory, do write it down and email to Dennis 

Best wishes,

Brian

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

FROM BRIAN SCREATON  (This is a slightly-edited copy of Brian's round-robin dated 14.4.25 - Ed)  The Old Wyves lunch went very well, and despite being slightly down on numbers the buzz of conversation about old times was just as great as previous lunches.  We were pleased to welcome John Offord, who made the journey from the south-east.  Although he could not be present, it was still pleasing to be able to toast the 87th birthday of Bill Mann, who is a resident at Welford Court Residential Home in Leicester.  I realise that many of you live too far away to attend the lunches, but I thought you would like to know what goes on.  The next lunch will be early October.

FROM BRIAN PAPWORTH  (Original message dated 18.4.25 - Ed)  I saw an announcement in the Leicester Mercury that Clifford Roy Townsend (known by all as Roy) had died.  I'm not sure when he attended CBS, but as he was born in 1939 I believe it would be 1950-55 or 1951-56.  I knew Roy for over twenty years, and we shared an interest in local history and numismatics.

FROM FRANK SMITH   We received the following sad news from Catherine Dack's sister, Diane Robertshaw via facebook, on March 7th: Re Catherine Dack, who taught physics at CBS.  Sadly Catherine passed away on 21st February 2025, aged 83 years.  Her funeral and burial took place at Tissington church, Ashbourne, Derbyshire, on Monday 24th March at 2pm, followed by refreshments in the village hall.  Although apparently not listed in Andy Marlow's book as being on the staff, I understand she taught at the school for about thirty years.  She taught Gary Lineker, amongst others, and was deputy head for some of that time.

FROM MARK HAYLER   Pilot Officer Alan Frederick Canham  (5S, 1961) killed in a plane crash near Abingdon on July 6th 1965, is commemorated at the National Arboretum, on the RAF 1965 panel of the Armed Forces Memorial.  A small cross was placed at the base of the panel which bears his name, from his classmates at CBS.

FROM ROGER POVOAS   I often wonder what some of my contemporaries achieved after they left school.  Perhaps others feel the same way, either specifically or generally? Can I suggest that interested readers submit no more than two specific names, and await a response? Mine are Phil Kitchen and ??? Geary.

FROM PAUL NEWCOMBE  1959-64   I emigrated from the UK in 1967 aged 19, on the ten UK Pound passage to Australia via an old Italian cruise ship. We got to see the Canary Isles, Cape Town, (where I also nearly missed the ship's departure, but maybe save this story for another time) Perth, Adelaide, Melbourne and Sydney.  During the six weeks it took to get to Sydney, I met my future wife Elizabeth and we have been married for fifty three years. On arrival in Sydney I got a job as a window cleaner (Oh yes, my education at City Boys really was put to good use) and during this brief stint I got my five minutes of fame on National TV when we got stuck twenty five floors up on the exterior of a skyscraper and eventually had to be rescued by firemen, who hoisted us up to an open window. I decided to seek another career after that, and joined an American firm, Emery Air Freight, where I worked for four years at Sydney Airport. I already had experience in the UK where I had worked in the same industry for LEP Transport, Leicester and in London, for EMG Air Services. Elizabeth was not happy in Australia and wanted to return to the UK with our daughter Jennifer; I agreed to follow as soon as I had saved enough money to get us a new start. I did have access to free tickets so I was able to go back to the UK to see them but the travel time Sydney to London in those days was thirty two hours and I knew that could not continue, so about a year later I had managed to save £1000 and was offered an exchange employment transfer position with the same company at Heathrow. So I packed up in 1971 and returned to the UK. I joined Elizabeth and Jennifer in Blackpool, where they were living with family, and we married, after which we proceeded to London for our honeymoon and to find employment. When I arrived at the Heathrow office of Emery, the existing manager had decided to remain in the UK and I was offered another managerial job, however, the salary did not pay our share of rent in the Hounslow area, the cost of a car and caring for a family, so I walked away and started a road haulage company, mostly between Heathrow and Gatwick airports. Again, I had experience in this area as I had co-founded a small haulage company in Australia operating haulage between Sydney and Melbourne Airports, and an air cargo service around Australia with a De Havilland Beaver. After being rejected for financing to expand the business domestically and internationally, I decided in 1972 to fold up and move to New York but there were Visa issues so I decided to join a friend of mine who had started a business in Vancouver, Canada, where the immigration requirements were quite easy at that time as long as you had a sponsor and job to go to. We closed up our affairs in the UK and the three of us flew on complimentary tickets from Heathrow to Montreal where we spent a night in that amazing city, travelling the next day to Vancouver which was even more amazing to see from the air. On arrival we stayed with friends and eventually got settled in and employed. The job required a lot of travel and I was back in the UK within a matter of weeks on business. Then I was off to Japan, and whilst there I discovered a customer who was exporting from Canada plane loads of Holiday Magic cosmetics; believe it or not, his name was Larry Profit and he resided on a large yacht somewhere off shore in Florida/Bahamas. I secured this business with the help of my friends in Toronto and we handled this business for more than a year until the collapse of what I later found out was a pyramid scheme. Having travelled to Japan many times on business I also noticed that vast amounts of electronics, car parts and other manufactured goods were being exported to UK/Europe and South America and convinced my two friends, who by then were also partners, to invest in an operation in Japan to secure this business. It was a unique concept we developed whereby goods were moved by ocean to the West Coast ports of Vancouver, Seattle and Los Angeles and then flown to their final destination on a multimodal document in roughly half the time of all sea freight and half the cost of air freight. To cut this story short, we opened offices throughout the USA/UK/Europe/South America and Asia to handle this business. Along the way we moved to Montreal for five years between 1975 and 1980 to make travel easier and a more convenient time zone. This was followed by eighteen months living in Chiswick, UK to open a UK operation and then briefly to Los Angeles to do the same before settling down in Vancouver, BC, Canada.  Unfortunately, during the 80's when interest rates hit 22%, we experienced financial problems which caused the divesting of most parts of the business to pay banks and other creditors. I decided in 1988 to again pack up and move to Nassau, Bahamas, picking up the pieces and practically starting over again by mortgaging our home along with a partner who did the same, to the maximum, and getting as much credit as I could from vendors. We have lived in the Bahamas ever since, with brief spells in the UK and Turks & Caicos Islands.  During this time, we either had our own offices or exclusive agents in thirty countries and this required my travelling more than 200 days a year. My wife would sometimes join me when I was going to the UK and very occasionally, Brazil, Japan, India and Dubai. The business was sold in 1999 and I retired exhausted. I did not enjoy City Boys school, and left as soon as I had completed my GCSEs, just a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday,  But I must have learnt something academically and socially to add to the street smarts of growing up in a two up two down terrace home off the Melton Road near the Cossington  Street Baths. As much as we both still love the UK , watching Sky news every night and I watch every LCFC game, we have no other family or ties left there and decided not to visit anymore and limit our travel to Nassau, Palm Springs and Vancouver. My wife and I have four grandchildren, all living in Canada; three boys are Jennifer's children and our son Christopher has a girl. They are all grown up now. This is a brief story covering the past fifty seven years, and our somewhat nomadic life moving around the globe.

FROM CHRIS GLENTON   Those of you who know me, and possibly some who don't, will recall that I was heavily involved with the school plays in the late sixties, which were produced by my favourite teacher, Tony Baxter. Myself and Geoff Spencer took over sound and lighting in around 1967 along with Mike (Snowy) Thornton and this gave us a fairly free run at walking about on the hall roof (try that at a school in this day and age) and also the storage area under the stage which was a great place to go and smoke at break and lunch times. In the process of taking over the technicals, we met our predecessor, an upper sixth former Phil someone (I can't remember his second name) who was about to leave that summer. Phil had somehow acquired a master key for the school which he would lend us briefly from time to time, but it was made clear that separating him from it permanently, even when he was leaving was not going to happen. Well we couldn't have that, so I set about copying it. First a quick visit to Mrs Ward at Downing Street shops to obtain a blank, she was my neighbour so there were no awkward questions. I then set about making a copy from a plasticine impression. Hours of filing over a few days and the copy was complete. We waited until a rehearsal night and headed off to the library to try it……… It broke, and I am guessing the remains stayed in the bottom of the lock until the building was demolished. Back to the drawing board: another blank, a lot more filing which was done more carefully this time, and the job was done. This time it worked, and we were away. Its main job was to get us around the school when we were the only ones there (again what are the chances of that these days) we had free access to the woodwork room and the art room for legitimate set building reasons, and there was the occasional visit to the store room for paper, along with the odd visit to the staff room, which to be honest we avoided because aside from getting caught, the place was a bit of a dump. The smell of stale cigarette smoke still lives with me. The one question that I still ponder occasionally is: Did they know, and let us get away with it because we were reasonably trustworthy, or were they totally oblivious to the goings on when all the staff had gone home? Maybe someone will be able to answer that question, I would love to know. 

FROM TONY WAKEFIELD I left City Boys in 1956 after the fifth.form and at eighty five my memory of school days is a bit dim, but I do remember that we were not allowed to go into the Woolworths store in school uniform for some reason.Was it snobbery because Woolworths was a cheap store? I don't know, all I know is that most of us ignored it. We came to New Zealand in 1974, mainly because the trade unions in England were very powerful at the time and were causing all sorts of trouble, and we wanted somewhere more peaceful. NZ fifty years ago was a very laid-back, casual slice of paradise, but over the years has had to catch up with the rest of the world. I worked mainly as a sales rep, and then we had a retail business.We have never been back to England, relatives who we wanted to see have been out here for holidays, and now we have grandchildren and last year we welcomed our first great grandchild so we're quite happy in our old age.

FROM MICK STOKES   Back in 1962, for a grammar school pupil leaving at age sixteen,  it was essential for a career in banking, insurance and the like to have a minimum of 5 O Levels, which must include maths and English. I obtained six O levels, mainly down to Mr Smith noting that I couldn't read writing on the blackboard, and suggesting that I should have my eyes tested. What a difference a pair of spectacles makes! My first job was as a cost accountant at Stead & Simpsons, shoe manufacturers. Broken promises meant that job was going nowhere, so I decided I would look for a career in insurance. I reached the Phoenix via the National Deposit Friendly Society. I probably should have stayed there, but the pay wasn't good so I was on the move again to Midland Assurance. They wouldn't let me have time off for the holiday I had booked, so I moved to the Dominion Insurance Co. I had completed my exams,  becoming a Fellow of The Chartered Insurance Institute, which led to a promotion to Harrogate in 1976. They closed the office in 2002. I am still here, retiring in 2008.

I play chess. I have been running teams since I was sixteen. I run events for local primary schools. I first represented England in the World Seniors Championship, held in Vilnius in 2014 and I continue to play in World and European events which have taken me to Vienna, Prague, Dresdenand Rhodes, amongst other places. Thankfully you don't need to be a top player to compete in these tournaments. My other love is football and I still play five a side. I watch The Foxes when I can. The last time was a 4-0 defeat.  I also got into running and completed four marathons from 1999 to 2002. Now I struggle to do the Park Run.

FROM DEREK HOLLIS  1972-79   I cannot in all honesty say that my years at  City Boys were the happiest of my life, though I enjoyed the years in the sixth form more than the previous five. I recall with fondness some of the teachers who imparted their knowledge to me over the years. I've come into contact with a couple of them since leaving school. I recall numerous occasions when I helped out with events organised by the Parents' Association, the occasional rummage sales in the school hall, setting up in advance of the sale, and often being put in charge of the toy stall.

I gained two prizes, one was the Governors' prize for Public Spirit, the other Captain R.T. Cooper's prize for Latin. The late Don Whitbread taught 'O' level Latin to sixth formers, and as I intended to study languages at university he advised me to take the Latin 'O' level, whilst I studied for 'A' levels in French, German, and Economics.  A couple of weeks before the exam, I recall Mr. Whitbread telling me I'd definitely pass. "You might manage a 'B', and although I'd be very pleased if you did, I don't think you'll get an 'A'. You still haven't learned those tables, have you?"  He was right of course, I hadn't learned those seemingly endless tables of verb forms. Nevertheless I managed an 'A' in the exam.  My only claim to fame, I often say, is that I was at school with Gary Lineker. He and I were in the same class at the school.

Church was always important in my life, and as a server at St. Denys I was always ready to carry the processional cross into the church at the start of the school carol service. Later on, having been ordained, I was pleased, as the Assistant Curate at the church, to be able to welcome the school into the church again. After I left school I studied for a degree in Modern European Studies at Loughborough University. I spent a year working with the then Missions to Seamen, in Rotterdam and then on secondment to the Deutsche Seemannsmission in Bremerhaven. This was followed by three years at university in Durham studying theology. The initial curacy in Evington was followed by a second curacy at Arnold in Nottingham.

Incumbencies followed in Nottinghamshire and Suffolk, and for a while I was adviser on rural affairs to the Bishop and the Diocese of Southwell. I retired in 2018,  initially to Norfolk, but am now back in the East Midlands, living in Rempstone. My wife and I are involved now in local U3A activities. I have permission to officiate in churches across Nottinghamshire,  and Sally often plays the organ.

FROM HOWARD TOON   I came out of the RAF in 1962 as a ground radar technician, and sent my CV to Partridge Wilson, an electrical engineering company in Leicester.  I was looking for work on the shop floor.  The personnel manager was one Don Price, who told me he too was ex-CBS and also a former flight lieutenant in the RAF.  He felt I was 'too good' for shop floor work, and offered to take me on as a management trainee.  Don sent me on a work study course at Leicester Polytechnic, September 1962, where I was taught by the unforgettable Dennis Browne, no less!  I stayed on to do an HNC in business studies, which opened the door for a three-year duration diploma in management studies under Frank Mee, still at the same establishment.  Eventually I became the first IT co-ordinator at Loughborough Technical College, and senior lecturer in the computing and IT department.  Now I am in retirement, and rarely leave the house.

FROM JON PRITCHETT  1965-72   Ernest Bell was headmaster for the duration of my time at CBS, though I never came to know him.  He came across as a cold, remote character, who only came into contact with boys who were either in trouble, or excelled in a particular field.  I was one of the former category who (deservedly) received the cane on one occasion (1969 I think)  But there was one other contact with Mr Bell!  During my second year at CBS I had a paper round, which I did in the mornings before going to school.  It was the tradition, at that time, to knock on the customers' doors just before Christmas in the hope of receiving a Christmas box to show appreciation for my services.  But, unbeknown to me, Mr Bell was one of my customers, so I was flabbergasted when he opened the front door of his house on Uppingham Road!  I mumbled, 'Christmas greetings,' then beat a hasty retreat on my bicycle before he had a chance to respond.  I have no yardstick to say whether Mr Bell was a good headmaster or not, but perhaps ex-teachers who were close to him might like to comment in a future OWT?

AND FINALLY...   I did have some dealings with Mr Bell, though it was a long time ago -1959, 1960 and circa 1963, Over sixty years have passed since then!  For various reasons, which have been well-documented in previous OWT's, I developed the habit of playing truant. But of course, it was only a matter of time before the 'Board Man' paid a visit to our house.  The game was up, and my parents were summoned to a meeting with Mr Bell.  They had no idea I was missing school, instead spending the days in town or in the New Walk museum.  I can only hope that Mr Bell believed their shock, not to say dismay, was completely genuine.  I too was at the meeting, but only recall parts of what was said.  It was agreed it would be best to move me from 1 Alpha to 1A, where the pace of lessons was slower.  Mr Bell said there was no point in dishing out any physical punishment, as I was not really a bad boy in the sense I was a thief, a bully or a vandal etc.  But obviously I could not be let off completely.  A compromise was reached.  For the next month I would stay behind for one hour after school, polishing tables.  I think that showed not only common sense, but also compassion.  The second was the infamous case of 'The Stolen Violin' which has also been published in an earlier edition of OWT.  The third occasion involved my interest in motor cars.  Mr Bell gave himself permission to park his black Rover P4  (now affectionately known as the Auntie Rover) by the main entrance.  It was a top-of-the-range model, and one lunchtime I was peering at the luxurious leather and wood interior when Mr Bell bustled up to retrieve some papers.  He gave me a friendly smile, and said something like, 'I'm afraid she needs a bit of a wash,' before returning indoors.  Funny how these random little incidents stay in our memory.

Dennis J Duggan
1959-64

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

EDITORIAL   The recent news that Bill Mann has not been too well recently resulted in a number of emails from ex-pupils, which appear in this edition.
And a polite reminder from your editor:  I will not print any material which I consider to be offensive, cruel, prejudiced, unfounded etc, towards teachers or fellow pupils.

OBITUARIES   Gerry Johnson writes: Those who attended the school during the fifties may remember my cousins, the Cross brothers - Peter, Alex and James (Jim)  Regrettably, they have all passed away.  Jim, the youngest, died July 2024, aged 88.  Peter remained in the Leicester area all his life, eventually setting up his own woodwork machinery business having worked for Wadkin's.  Alex, after his PhD, moved to America and helped found Syntex, a pharmaceutical company.  For most of his life he lived in Palo Alto.  Jim took a degree in engineering and worked for Rolls Royce, ICI and, for many years at Windscale.  All remained keen fans of Leicester City.  Good people, good brothers and good cousins.

FROM WALLY PAYNE --1953-58  (Continued from the November 2024 OWT - Ed)  I understand that the school owned the Grace Road cricket ground, home of the LCCC.  We played all our sports there.  The centre square remained sacrosanct, and was roped off.  But the outfield was used as football pitches and for athletics.  At the beginning of the LCCC's first home fixture of one championship season in the late fifties, Yorkshire were the guests.  During the home team's first innings a ball was gently played towards the boundary, and the great Brian Close went down on one knee to field the ball.  Just before it reached Brain Close, the ball hit a divot left over from a football match, and smacked him right in the face.  The resulting complaints about the condition of the outfield reached the MCC, and a new sports ground was provided for the school.  That allowed the ground to be prepared for future first-class matches.
Come rain or shine, Saturday afternoon at 3pm would see me at Filbert Street.  If the first team was away, I would watch the reserves with equal interest.  One afternoon the reserves were at home to Northampton Town's second string.  An old chap was standing in front of me, and as the goals went in against the visitors he kept shouting, 'Come on, the Forest.'  By half-time it was five nil in favour of Leicester, and I felt it my duty to respectfully point out it was not the Forest team on the pitch, but Northampton Town.  He was outraged, and said, Ay up kid, I've paid my shilling to get in, like everybody else, and I can shout for whoever I want.'  He had a point, I suppose!

FROM RICH WAKEFIELD    I want to pay tribute to a teacher seldom referred to by anyone else… Mr Stanley Ras Berry.

 My school career was inauspicious, characterised by a mixture of painful shyness and diffidence, along with what I now realise was supreme laziness. I did not excel!!

  On drifting into the 6th form, with no idea of what I wanted to do with my life, I elected to study maths, geography and economics. I liked geography, and thought the other two would make a useful set of 'A' Levels. 


On the first day of the sixth form, those who had selected economics were summoned out of the classroom to discuss the options. It seemed more people wanted to do economics than there was room for, so a few would have to select something else. We were told it involved a lot of hard work and reading, so I immediately volunteered to change and selected English instead, mainly because it was next on the list of subjects we were shown. So, having read precious little up to that age, I was now doing English Literature at 'A' Level.

There were a number of books to study, and a number of teachers involved, and though I remember the books the only teacher I recall in English was Mr Berry.
He had always seemed undistinguished, but here I was unfair and didn't appreciate the man's qualities.

He led our group through the poetry of Gerard Manly Hopkins and Emma by Jane Austen. I still think the latter a strange choice for a group of 16/17 year old boys at that time, but that was what we we were studying

. I found Emma drab and dismal throughout, just didn't see the point. And Hopkins? A total wimp, as inspiring as watching paint dry. I was far happier with the module covering T S Eliot, who I still love with a passion. 

I recall a day when Mr Berry walked into the classroom, made himself comfortable and instructed us to take our copies of Emma and open them at a given page and he would read. There were were only five of us in the group, and we all sighed and did as instructed. Mr Berry started reading, kept giggling, and was amazed to see five bemused faces looking back at him and exchanging glances.
He asked if we didn't see it was comic, and as one we all said 'No… can't see anything funny,' and for the first and only time I saw him lose his temper and tell us we were all beyond hope.  He marched out slamming the door behind him

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I recall little else of the course, but come 'A' Level my two main essays were on Emma and the poems of Hopkins. I came away with a good grade, so this good man had somehow got through to me, something I will always value and respect him for. 

Indeed some years later my (soon to be) wife was at Teacher Training College and studying literature, at which point I was reintroduced to Emma as it was in her course work. I found I could talk intelligently (by my standards) and throw light on some of the intricacies, and indeed the humour. I re-read the book, absolutely loved it and all of Mr Berry's teachings became clear. He was right and, somehow, had taught me to see deeper levels than I could ever realise  

Later, indeed nearly forty years later, I was at a crisis point in my life, very down, when words from one of Gerard Manley Hopkins' poems came back to me. It took me a while to realise where they came from, but I had written down about five lines. I was so surprised when I realised where they came from that I went into town and bought a volume of his poems and looked up the one I'd remembered. and in those five lines I had only four, maybe five, words wrong.
Again, I credit Mr Berry for teaching me so very much, even though I didn't see it at the time, and opening my mind to English Literature. So much so that some four years after leaving school I was avidly reading and loving all of the Victorian, Georgian, Regency novelists. And my love of poetry was growing, even after that moment of clarity when I was struggling, now some twenty years ago. 

Mr Stanley Ras Berry. An unsung hero, a a man to whom I owe so much. He has my undying respect and admiration

FROM ALAN PYKETT  1959-66   Recent OWT's have mentioned the first reunion at the Harrow public house, Thurmaston, in 1998.  I well-remember opening the Leicester Mercury and seeing the photo of, I believe, class 2A 1960/61 on the Mr Leicester page.  This had been submitted by our editor, who requested responses and, as we know, thus began our annual reunions which lasted until 2023.  Remarkably, for a non-photographer, I have some photos of that first reunion, and can identify the following attendees.  As was traditional, I will use surnames only,
Staff - Burrows; Witts; Lawson; Mercer; Thompson.
Pupils: Hames; Rowbotham; Davies; Billesdon; Papworth; Weston; Duggan; Screaton; Ward.
I am pleased to say I was ever-present at each annual reunion, but have missed one or two of the lunches.  I will also take this opportunity to thank Dennis for instigating the reunions which, as Brian states, are lively occasions with much chat about the times at our old school.

FROM RHYS DAVIES  (1972-80)   I am looking to trace Mrs Margaret Pooley, who taught French and, possibly, Russian.    (If anyone can help, please contact me and I will forward the information to Rhys - Ed) 

FROM ROGER GOWLAND  1957-64   When I went from 4 Alpha to the fifth form (1960-61) my choice was 5L, because my best subjects were French and German.  Along came the Mock 'O' levels and, apart from English Literature (which I found boring) I passed all the subjects with flying colours.
Messrs Brushe and Newton apparently got together, and said, 'If he can't do Eng Lit, what future can he have with French and German?'  And so it was decided I was, after all, a scientist and moved to 5S halfway through my 'O' Level year.
Achieving 70 at German, and 65 at French 'O' Level was balanced by 70 at physics and 65 at chemistry, so I turned out OK as a scientist.  The physics 70 was almost entirely down to the enthusiasm of Mr Mann as a teacher, so I add my plaudits to the guy.
I eventually graduated with a B.Sc in physics, and had a career in technology, mainly software development and testing, all thanks to the nurturing received from Bill Mann.

FROM ANDY BENNETT   It was Bill Mann who got me through my physics 'A' Level.  I always remember how he went out of his way to ensure those of us not taking 'A' Level maths alongside physics were shown how to do the non-calculus calculations (Non-Calcule students, in Bill's parlance)
Without this leg-up I would probably not have achieved the two 'A' Levels needed to land my first job, aged eighteen, in a career which saw me through forty years with a number of employers - who still bank-roll my wife and I as pensioners!
Please thank Bill for his inspirational teaching, and assure him of our affection and respect.

FROM FRED WALKER-SMITH   Bill Mann taught me physics for several years.  We met up many years later, as we were both Magistrates, based in Leicester for over twenty years.

FROM STEVE TAYLOR   Bill Mann was the teacher who seemed to inspire many pupils - including me.

FROM DAVID ATTON   Bill Mann joined the staff in 1960, and with his happy attitude and style soon became a pillar of the school for thirty years.  I left in 1962.  I recall he accompanied the junior, second and first XI's football teams to away games, which took up many of his Saturday mornings.  Bill was always fun, and the boys had great respect for him.  I recall he taught science, but I was never one of his pupils.  I wish Bill well, at this difficult stage of his life.

FROM JOHN PASIECZNIK  1971-78   Bill Mann was my form master when I joined the school during Autumn 1971.  At that age you think the teachers must be old, but I guess that Bill was 'only' in his thirties.  I recall that he commented we were a 'tall year', having been born in 1960.  When reading the daily register, Bill had to cope with my Ukrainian surname. followed by the Polish surname Poniatowski.  Needless to say, we sat together.  Bill enabled me to have the best-possible start at City Boys.  I also recall his wristwatch was always fast by ten or fifteen minutes, as he enjoyed teaching so much he did not want the lessons to end!  What a teacher! It was great to see Bill at several reunions over the years and, like all Old Wyvernians, I am so pleased to hear he has recovered from the recent bout of ill-health.

FROM CLIVE JACKSON   I haven't seen Bill Mann for fifty years, but he taught me.  He was in charge of the ATC cadets when I was in the army cadets.  I wish him well.

FROM ALAN PYKETT 1959-66   A lovely chap, Bill.  He was one of the three teachers on the trip to Paris in August 1965.  For me it was my first time abroad, and my first flight, so there was much excitement!  It was a great trip all round.

FROM BRIAN McAULIFFE   Reassuring to hear that Bill Mann is comfortable in a good home.  He taught me 'A' Level physics during 1962/63.  Some of the lessons were held in the Prefects' room, off the main entrance hall.  Amazingly, I managed to pass, and I put that down to Bill's tuition, rather than my ability.

FROM GEOFF GERMAN   Bill Mann was an excellent teacher, and such a kind and lovely bloke.

FROM DAVE POSTLES  1960-67  Let's perhaps be contentious. I refer back to a much earlier contribution by Andy Tear. The obvious candidate for Head Boy in 1966-67 was Richard McMorran. He was the only applicant pretty much expected to be accepted to Oxbridge. He was captain of the Football First XI which won the County Cup in 1967. He had been an excellent player for the chess team and so on. As Andy mentioned, however, he was not appointed. So my question is: how were Head Boys selected, and on what criteria? As far as I'm aware there was no plebiscite or consultation with the 'college of students'. Without being more personal than I have already, it would be interesting to have some analysis of the method of selection. Best wishes to all.

AND FINALLY...   What have I learned since arranging that first reunion in 1998, and compiling these regular editions of OWT?  I never, for one minute, imagined that twenty seven years later, we would still be going strong!  How did an 'ordinary' state grammar school manage to leave such an impression and, one might also say, affection, on so many of its pupils and staff that sixty-plus years later are still fresh.  Given my own sorry career at CBS, you might think I would have been the last person to arrange a reunion!  But looking back, with the advantage of hindsight, the problems were of my own making.  Not the staff, not the other boys, not my parents.  Yet I too eventually felt a strange attachment to the school, and perhaps, in some way, I wanted to make amends.  In  my mind, every pupil fell into one of four categories:
1)  A small elite group who effortlessly excelled in both sporting and academic matters.
2) A larger group, who were very good at sport, but weaker academically.
3) A second larger group, who were good academically, but less so at sport.
4)  The remainder, which included me, were a motley bunch.  Some were out of their depth, some were content to simply keep their heads down until they could leave school and find a job, a few didn't seem to worry about anything at all!  Some of us could regularly be seen outside the staff room, proffering our forged excuse notes to Jock Gilman.  Homework was rushed, if attempted at all etc etc.
But what I now realise is that the vast majority of staff, at least during my time, were more than willing to give extra help to any boy who they felt would benefit.  Some extra tuition, helpful advice and encouragement with their future plans etc.  I did not warrant such attention!

Dennis J Duggan (1959-64)