Bablake, Coventry
In the 80s. Mrs Thomas, Mrs Friebe.. bitches of the highest order... PERVY bitches of the highest order. They really seemed to get off on pushing vulnerable young girls of ten into enforced nudity, exposing every private matter for all to see. Each week was a humiliating ritual of either stripping naked in front of them and being scrutinized by their lezzer-fro-framed stares, or having to loudly announce you were **MESTRUATING MISS!"** and were thus graciously allowed to wear a vest and pants as you were spared the showers in favor of a wash.
They did other stuff which was quite possibly child abuse.
Apologies for lack of funnies
(LittleWhiteTreat, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 0:19, 4 replies)

I'm shameless these days
And thus any such re-imaginings of such incidents provoke a pretend:

"Go on. I'll bleed on you, clots and all." to what I would hope to be a rather stunned teacher.
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 4:08, closed)

Yes!
If only 35yr old me could hop back :)
(LittleWhiteTreat, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 9:09, closed)

i myself went to Coundon Court School (just down the road from Bablake) Bablake was always spoke of as it it was some sort of pinnacle of education because it was a private school was this true ?
The closest i got to going to Bablake was me mam arguing with my dad about me taking the entrance exam one time (my dad won that one).
Also did you ever go to the chippy at the cedars (greasy joes as it was back then )or charlies paper shop (opposite bablake playing fields) of a dinner time ?

sidenote: im 35 too and im more than glad i managed to steer my good self to Bristol eventually.
(Cov Boy, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 11:40, closed)

I went to Henries
You are therefore my enemy. However it seems we shared similar P.E. teachers, since we were also forced into the freezing cold showers in the changing rooms by lesbians with awful hair and fashion sense (one of them always used to wear blue mascara...words fail me).
However, we always tried to beat them back to the changing rooms, turn on the showers, dip our heads underneath them to wet our hair, and put our towels under them to make them damp, thus giving the impression that we'd had a shower. It worked about 65% of the time, and eventually they gave up forcing us.
(coralamber, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 15:33, closed)