Sunday, March 8, 2009

BOGDUK's RECOLLECTIONS ABOUT TEACHER

English

 

Williams          Nicknamed Mickey because he was so short.

Wrote left-handed on the blackboard with a peculiar anticlockwise style.

Humourless and oppressive.

Did teachers have to be nasty as he was?

Or was his style necessary both to control a class of ferals, and to protect his own sanity?

Mahoney         

A gentle soul, not offensive.

I can’t help thinking that school was more a child-minding exercise, than an educational experience.

Steinmetz         

Nicknamed Stinky for his aggressive behaviour.

I knew him only from a few periods when he relieved. He was someone else’s problem.

But is there truth – yea wisdom – in the proposition that someone needs to be the bad guy amongst the Teachers?

History

Gibbons

Was there not once a second form history class, that had become unruly?

Was there not once a young teacher who came, and chastised the class for having learned nothing about the Middle Ages; and therefore, set stupid assignments on this topic?

Was this teacher subsequently driven mad by Cro,  and one day never came back.

Then arrived this Welshman.

His opening remarks were MOVE, BOY!!

Later, once he acclimatized, he tried to teach history in an intellectual manner. I hazard that you can’t do that in a high school class. The majority members of the class do not want to be intellectual. Plus, 15-year old boys are not yet able to conceptualise; their brain has not finished myelinating.

Nevertheless, was it not Gibbons who organized night-time excursions, for the illuminati, to go to exotic lectures by Kamenka in some dive in a Union Building in Sussex Street? I think Barry and Chris went. Maybe Osti remembers.

French

Astle

I did not know Astle as a teacher. I had Tucker for French.

But Astle did have a very large formative influence on me.

He was one of the ISCF mentors. On a particular occasion he had lectured on the necessity to spread the word of Christ, for without that word people would perish. So, I asked the question: what happens to all those people in Africa – or wherever else – who have not yet heard the word of Christ. Astle’s answer was: “They burn in hell.” This put me off Christianity forever; and, indeed made me an enemy of the church.

Tucker

I recall a sense of no respect for Tucker. I can’t remember the act of learning any French, either.

He narrowly escaped death. I suffered from hayfever, and would often blow my nose. On one occasion he admonished me, shouting STOP THAT! That night I reported the episode around the dinner table at home. Now, my father was not one know to be sentimental, but hi did have a short fuse when it came to oppressing children with handicaps. It was all my mother could do to suppress his rage and prevent him the next day from going to the school to tear Tucker into pieces.

Japanese

Dalgleish

Those who did not take Japanese would not have know much about Dalgleish. However, have read reports about him, I gather he did a lot of good work bringing the teaching of Japanese into the Schools system. Leith Morton would know more about him.

Ono    

Known only to the Japanese students, he went on to become something at the University of Sydney; but was soon overtaken by Leith Morton, who catapulted into the Chair of Japanese at the University of Newcastle, and then to a Chair of English in Tokyo.

Latin

Latin teachers would be known by only those few who took Latin.

Fox

Struck me as good scholar, who knew his subject. I remember him once showing me the Latin terms for 64 separate parts of a plough.

He was the first – let me say – true Christians that I had met, and remains only one of two that I have encountered in nearly 60 years. The distinction was that he had found personal peace, but did not evangelise or proselytise. I read their textbook, and that was the message that I saw. He went off to be a missionary in the Hebrides.

Parbury

A decent chap, probably tolerant of rebellious mischief because he was young. He lived in an attractive sandstone house Balmain, which was basically one room with annexes for a kitchen and a mezzanine bedroom. He was probably more interested in completing his Masters degree than in educating high school boys. I was competent in reading Latin but I never established the ability to compose it. I retrospect, I imagine that I could have benefited from more guidance in that respect.

West

He was a Latin Teacher of the old school. He would have had a part in Harry Potter movie. In fact, he did get such a part. He left FSBHS to become the Latin Teacher for Prince Charles when he came to Timbertop.

Anther evangelical Christian. Does that come with being a Latin Teacher? Maybe it fits with reading the Bible in Greek. Better would have been Aramaic.

Mathematics

Bell

I could never work out Bell’s ethnicity. He did not appear to be white. That went well with his enigma.

He seemed to be of high intellect. As a result, he had no affinity with the bulk of the class. Perhaps those from the bulk can remember their perceptions. Instead, he ended up teaching about four guys. Would it have been Yip, Bogduk, Peak, and Colllett?

He had some sort of access to the University of Sydney. Univac – the first computer – had just been installed. So, Bell taught us computer programming. In retrospect I recognize it as Basic.

Cox     

Poor Mr Cox. He was a clever enough chap. He certainly knew his maths. I heard that he was surviving on one lung. Yet he was good-humoured. He tolerated the high-jinx that Barry Peak invented. I have photographs of an escapade to his home, which was somewhere in Burwood or the like.

Hohne

Was this the guy who came from Melbourne, and introduced Australian Rules Football to House sport?

Moalem

The teacher who commanded my highest respect. Then and now, it means something to me that this was the fellow who wrote the textbook. His books are still used for the HSC today. They are rare as hen’s teeth to get. All the second hand copies are kept by the schools.

He is one person whom I would sincerely – maturely – want to revisit.

I feel somewhat guilty that I did not do as well in the HSC as he might have expected, but there are explanations for that which I address in my article entitled “James Ruse?”.

NIK BOGDUK ON JAMES RUSE HIGH SCHOOL


Each year when the HSC results make the headlines, James Ruse High School keeps getting mentioned. It is held up as some sort of icon of achievement: so many elite passes in the exam.

On occasions this has prompted me to reflect in three respects.

Do I feel inferior to these students who excel? The answer is promptly – no

Would I have enjoyed going to a school like James Ruse, in order to be exulted in the HSC results. Again the answer is – no.

Should the education pressure have been greater at FSBHS, 40 years ago, so that the School, and so that I or we, could have been as renowned as James Ruse is nowadays. My answer is no.

There were boys who had the innate talent to be “champions” like the current pupils of James Ruse. To some pundits, they wasted their talents. They should have been better performers, had they not misbehaved and squandered their opportunity.

The cynical response is – who cares? I have not noticed anyone become famous after being glorified in the HSC. Has anyone ever heard again of a girl called Guiffre, who cam top of the 1969 HSC, with Level 1 passes in a bunch of languages? I do know what became of a pupil from Newington College who got seven Level 1 passes. He became an anaesthetist.

What I appreciate is that I – and might I say – we, had the opportunity to cruise through school and do other things. Those other things might have been sport; they might have been music; they might have been imitating Monty Python and savaging the population of central Sydney. I appreciate having had more of a life than would have occurred had I been made a competitive performer for the HSC. As it was, the 1969 results were not embarrassing. I dare say, they were a reflection of natural ability: what pupils could achieve with basically little study.

Has society changed that much that it is imperative to be a wanker at school nowadays? Or is this James Ruse fashion just a perversion?

 

 

 

 

NIK BOGDUK, ON THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH

As I look back, I despair about how poorly English was taught. My memories are dominated by the horrible, arcane phenomenon of teaching English by getting boys to read the novel out loud in class.

I remember Mahoney doing this for Silas Marner in Second Form.

The process even continued in Fifth Form or Sixth Form, level 2 English. Was it not Buckley who had the class read Murder in the Cathedral out loud. What happened in that class I still consider was just deserts. People like Con Costa were allocated the part of 1st Knight or something like that. Others were given other parts. Progressively, however, what I shall call the obstreperous rebels took over the class and destroyed it. Before Con could start reading his part, Chris Kiely would start reading instead. Then Barry Peak would subsume another part; and then I. I think the even Mark Kotowicz became part of the conspiracy. Eventually the rebels owned Murder in the Cathedral.

Was this what you learned in a Dip Ed in those days: to teach English by reading the book out loud.

Barry Andrews was the only teacher of English whom I remember to have tried to teach properly. He deserved getting out of the School system to become a lecturer at Duntroon. It was a pity that he died so soon thereafter. I still disagree with his interpretations, however. I would like to revisit the questions, now that I feel more confidently forthright in my answers. “With reference to King Lear, which is worse: physical or psychological suffering? Discuss with reference to Lear and Gloucester”. What a load of shit. You try going through life with your eyes pocked out. Yet we are supposed to have sympathy for Lear for being a dickhead.

My other resentments were that there was rarely, if ever, any instruction in English. Boys were perpetually judged according to the innate abilities they brought with them. If you were born to get 6/10 for an essay, that is what you always got. Never did I learn how to get more than the mark that I was awarded. I never did get an answer to a question that I did pose in a close. “Why did Leith Morton get a higher mark than did I?”. Implicitly, I was destined always to get lesser grades than Leith, because he had a natural affinity with the subject.

What eventually saved me is that I learned more about language, grammar, expression, and argument from having taken Latin.


Musings from Nik Bogduk

Secondly, some attachments. I said that I would put something together today. I have done that.

Firstly, some corrections.

I do understand that the cliché excuse is that people have busy lives. Might I point out, however, that there is only one ever 40 year reunion. So. I am agitating for some priority.

I was not a verandah boy. I visited the verandah boys, but did not qualify for membership.

The names that I remember are: Healas, Ianniello, Masters, Cambourn, Osti, O’Meara. One of the qualifications was that you had to be a sports star. Does anyone apart from me remember what a CJ sandwich was; or am I the only one brave enough to own up to knowing?


Was the PA guy Jeffrey Perkins?

Thoughts about the 40th Anniversay

Editors Note:
  

from
  Apolgies if these emails are out of sequence.  I cut and pasted from my
email folder, with the objective of getting everyone on the same page as
quickly as poosible with the planning associated with this year's event.



    Jennifer 


date8 March 2009 08:55
subjectRE: Fort2009: Planning Meeting @ Tue Mar 3 8pm - 9:30pm

I am glad that there is still a brain out there that is still functioning. This is what I sought to evoke by starting the Newsletter.

Now for some clarification and development.

Part A.

I was not party to the amalgamation with the “girls”. Like Barry, I have nothing in common with Observatory Hill.

I do not know where the bland with the girls arose. I have two suspicions. One is that someone has had links with the girls that I did not have. The other is that it arose after discussions with the current school concerning the visit to the school on Friday. I suspect that the current administration imposed some sort of antimisogynist  political correctness. My own response is that contemporary political correctness was not in operation in 1969 and is, therefore, inappropriate and, indeed, hypocritical.

Part B

It was not my intention to create the Newsletter as a document to be circulated as the entertainment for a Reunion. I wanted it as a means of articulating events, issues, and themes before the event; to collect material like that which Barry has written.

Part C

Many of the events that Barry describes I do not remember; but the purpose of the Newsletter was to get these on record in expectation that sharing beforehand might prompt memories and lead to further development of a theme.

Some of the events are funny. These become core nostalgia. Since members were in different classes, each might have a different collection of funny and bizarre events that others did not experience but with which they might identify – and enjoy.

Some events are serious, even bitter. These interest me, but I might be alone. In their raw form, some of these issues might not be suitable for being raised spontaneously at a dinner, but they might be rendered palatable if developed beforehand. Examples of issues include:

“was Steinmetz necessary?”. On the one hand, there must be many examples of seemingly offensive, humiliating, and bizarre events. On the other hand, I could argue that someone had to be evil one in order to balance the karma. Might this be the topic for a debate?

One thing that I can do, perhaps latter today, is put together a list of the teachers and a list of the classmates, in order to jog memories.

A feature that I was thinking of preparing was, indeed, a rogues gallery of the teachers and preparing for each a list of what members remember about them. In order to make this entertaining, I would use the Newsletter to ask for information, but I would collect that information in secret as it were, in order not to release the thunder prematurely.

Here are a couple of other thoughts.

I thought of creating a sociopolitical map of the “groups” that existed. A difficulty that I need to overcome is that groups differed and evolved over six years. Nevertheless, there were distinct groups, and there will be groups of which I was not aware. There was the Fazekas play soccer with a tennis ball group. There was the Lummow Yip ninja group that played butts beside the Woodwork Building. I have previously asked about the Verandah boys (although, gathering from the response, no-one knew who these were).

Having established the sociopolitical map, we could expand into variants and combinations of “most likely to become…” and “whatever happened to…”. Andrew Gwozdz still interests me. What happened to someone who used to walk around the playground musing that Heisenberg was wrong?

What ever happened to the guy who inherited the public address control room as his private office?

Part D

Well, I for one still remember what a valence is, and I can still do the contemporary HSC level I maths papers. But that is, of itself, perhaps a matter of concern.

Part E

A deep and meaningful question that I have tried to raise – and I seek to find if it is of interest to anyone else – is a comparison of how you felt then with how you feel now about what went on. For some matters I still have the same resentment, e.g. Mobbs putting a portrait of the Queen in each classroom; PE teachers. For others I have questions. I feel that having “Houses” was intrinsically pathetic, but I wonder if this was a necessary evil as a means of controlling some 600 feral children.

Greater participation and contribution would be welcome. Otherwise, there is a risk that I will have to get together with Barry alone, and do it our way.

Perhaps my list of who’s who will act as a catalyst. I will go through my records later today.

Nik

 

fromBarry Peak 
date8 March 2009 09:33
subjectRe: Fort2009: Planning Meeting @ Tue Mar 3 8pm - 9:30pm

Morning Nik

Part A. I gather it's a done deal? Well, who can't have fun at a party? We can discuss Gary Gibbs being pantsed the previous night. Or isn't that PC?

Part B. The Newsletter is a good idea if people contribute. Between busy lives, flakey memory and brain death there might be less responses than you hope.

Part C. You wouldn't be an academic wouldja? Nick, Alex and Larry were verandah boys, they should flesh out that line of enquiry. To get things rolling you might have to send out a questionnaire as a memory jogger. Easier to answer questions than start writing memoires. Some of your sociological thrusts may touch nerves. I remember Graham Holley as a surly bully, but meeting him at a dinner a few years ago he's a real nice guy. Has he changed, is my memory clouded, or was I an easily frightened little nerd. Rogues galleries are always good, there are bad things to say about everybody, and I remember the guy who lived for PA but can't remember his name.

Part D. Is there anyone APART FROM NIK who knows what a valence is?

Part E. Onward with the catalysing.

Cheers, Barry

From: Barry Peak [mailto:b@peak.ws
Sent: Sunday, 8 March 2009 12:16 AM
To: Jennifer; yindi1951@gmail.com
Cc: 'Murray Rodgers'; 'Nick Nedachin'; 'Alex Ostermayer'; 'Bruce Boes'; 'Don Ross'; 'Gary Gibbs'; 'Geoff Parkinson'; 'Greg Allen'; 'Larry Cambourn'; 'Martin Sima'; 'Peter Dunn'; 'Rod Horan'
Subject: Re: Fort2009: Planning Meeting @ Tue Mar 3 8pm - 9:30pm

 

'Ray Nik & John for getting this ball rolling.

Can't help thinking that the Saturday night is bound to be formal as there seem to be two groups with little in common sharing 2 streams of differing nostalgia.

Personally I would use this night to get pissed with old mates and I don't give a flying fuck what went on up at Observatory Hill, and I can't see the Old Girls being interested in the Taverners Hill trivia and minutiae that tickles me pink.

I've got a few suggestions about the Friday night though, if that's the boys' night.

  1. Stories. Nik's idea of a Newsletter is good in theory, but not many people are that interested in contributing....busy lives etc, JY started a wiki a couple of years ago but only 4 or 5 lads contributed. Also printed material is not going to enhance a dinner. How about we encourage everybody who wants to, to prepare a small vocal piece...interesting, funny, nostalgic, informative, whatever, no stress, about those six years. Maybe just about a best mate. Most people don't like addressing an audience, but if they can prepare it, and it's just short, we may get a decent response. I want to talk about the connection between Steinmetz' ritual humiliation and the suicide of James Cameron. I want to know more from Vic Matkevich about what really went on with Col Williams in woodwork class. I want to know whose bare bum was doing pushups in our year 6 maths room during one of the school dances. Did Robert McNamara really piss in the butter in the canteen? Who had sex with any of the teachers? Rod Horan must have goss from the mighty Ron about stuff that went on in the staff room. There were funny, terrific stories that came out in the flow of emails that followed our dinner a few years ago, I've lost them, does someone still have them? There are some great storytellers not included in this list of addressees who should be prevailed upon: Tony G, Martin K, Vic M, Alan B, others I'm sure.
  2. Prizes/Toasts. I'd like to present the exalted President of the Doctors Reform Group with a symbolic folio of bare-breasted female natives torn from the pages of National Geographic, to honour many years of silent worship in the library. I think I remember Tony Conomos climbing out a first floor window to surprise (scare?) a hapless teacher with an amazing, unexpected (and probably nonchalant) entrance. Guys with better memories can probably recall lots of noteworthy incidents. We could have an honour roll.
  3. What happened to? Nik asks about Alan Yip, there are others who disappeared. Andrew Gwozdz, Rodney Warren, Ray Crossley come to my mind. Is there any way of tracking them down? Do we have anyone in the police force among us?
  4. Subsequent exploits. I remember a lily-white stark naked Chris Kiely streaking through a very large and rather sombre wine dinner in the Hunter Valley one night. Everyone must have a story that a mate doesn't want told and this would be the perfect opportunity to tell it.
  5. Are there any records at the school that go back to the 60s? eg attendance records, copies of report cards, they could be hilarious. Are there even records of all our teachers names for instance to jog some memories and provide a lively quiz.
  6. At American reunions they bring out their "Most Likely to.." lists and compare the comments with how the students turned out. We don't have that, but maybe a group of us could compare then and now, or chart funny/interesting career paths of the guys we know well. Who would have picked Nik as a Park Ranger?
  7. Are there any of the exam papers available from 1969? What was the poem we all had to "interpret"? How many people can still do a basic differentiation? What's a valency?  I think we'd be horrified at how badly we'd fare trying to do our Higher School Certificate today. Except maybe for "General Studies", what was that about?
  8.  

Anyway, hope I can make it for our next meeting,

All the best,

Barry


 

From: Jennifer

Sent: Saturday, March 07, 2009 7:28 AM

Subject: RE: Fort2009: Planning Meeting @ Tue Mar 3 8pm - 9:30pm

Notwithstanding the technical arrangements about venues, I am searching for ideas about what members might find attractive to enliven the second evening. That is why I started and circulated the Newsletter. However, that instrument has achieved no purchase.

I expect that levity and bravado will find their expression spontaneously and chaotically on the Friday night. It is the Saturday night that concerns me. I am seeking that this be not a dull or cliché event. That is why I was exploring and looking for themes with the Newsletter.

Without some decent themes, the risk is that the event will become some sort of routine ceremony.

My prediction is that the Friday will consume boisterous nostalgia and reunion; but that will use up the momentum, leaving little potential left over for Saturday.

I am prepared to construct something for the Saturday, but I do not want the content to end up monochromatically mine.

So, if anyone wants to develop something with me, get in contact. The terms of reference that I suggest are: let it be clever. I would like something more, and better than, “hail fine fellow well met”. I have some ideas of my own, but they might be too cynical.

 

Nik

Some recycled conversations from March 2005

Subject: RE: Billabong Dreamtime
Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 22:16:30 +1000
Thread-Index: AcU14S90sEmzDp5qTES7acauVRBoVg
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Dear Peter
 
Half a point only. All ninja used starknives. There was something distinctive about the starknives used by the fuma ninja. They were not of the design used by Tombe. Next, Shintaro abjured starknives. Samurai did not use such an undignified weapon. Though a projectile did come in handy at times. What did Shintaro use in lieu of starknives?
Also, although you manufactured starknives, did you ever master rapid fire? I was restricted to 1/16 tin. Easy to make, but they rarely stuck into the fence.
Nik
 

From: herbert garratt [mailto:hwgarratt1952@yahoo.com]
Sent: Thursday, 31 March 2005 8:56 PM
To: Jennifer; Alan_Broomhead; Angelo_Loukakis; Arthur_Gerosovich; Barry_Peak; Brian_Boes; Frank_Del_Duca; Garry_Gibbs; Martin_Kellard; Nick_Nedachin; Pete_Matkevich; Rodney_Horan; Tony_Luck; Travers_Greg John; Wayne_Kent; Young_John
Subject: RE: Billabong Dreamtime
OK! Here goes!
The favourite weapon of the Fuma Ninja was starknives. At the time, thanks to my father being the manager of a large, government, metal-working workshop, I had an endless supply of 3/16" steel boiler plate, hacksaws, files, &c, and a small home w/shop. I could make a starknife, approximately 2" diameter, pentacular in elevation, sharpened on both sides of both aspects of each of the five points, in about ten to fifteen minutes - entirely by hand tools.
After making these (it's a wonder I didn't kill somebody!), I would display my skill with them - usually towards the saw-tooth Dunny door of the outside loo at home - on one occasion when my father was within. The 'thunk' of each starfknife burying itself firmly (and remaining firmly stuck into) the door was extremely satisfying, but the noise startled the old bloke, who threatened all manner of retribution if I continued. Had one gone under, or over, the door, and begun ricocheting about the privvy, God only knows the lacerations it would have inflicted, and where they might have been. All of this can be verified by Greg Travers, to whom I showed these lethal implements.
Shintaro Akikusu's deportment, and athletic skills, as The Samurai, were impeccable, and he may have been the first personage I ever saw wearing a very large ponytail, in complete order (as opposed to the Anglo-Saxon/Viking disordered variety).
Further recollections in the a.k.a. department, mainly amongst the teachers: -
Menzies (up to Third Year Maths Master) = 'Sod'
Biggers (Head, obviously) = 'BigEars'
Glasby (Deputy, equally obviously) = 'Aunty Harry', or 'GlassArse'
Bradford (Science Master up to Forth Year) = 'BarrelGuts'
Henderson (Science, Second to Forth Year) = 'The Little Fella'
Mr. D.F.Condon (God bless him) = 'Denis'
Mr Smith (Science Master, Forth to Sixth Years) = 'RubberNeck' or 'Noddy'
Tom Bercora = 'Tarrrrm' or 'Tom'
Burtenshaw (Latin, for seven or eight hundred years up to our First Year - he not only taught my brother, but also my father!) = 'Snake', 'Snaky', 'The Snake'
Gilhaus (Econmics, Fifth & Sixth Years) = 'Fred'
Joe Rankin (Economics, First to Third Years) = 'Joe'
Ronald Horan (Language Master, God bless him, too) = 'Reg'
Derek Dalgleish (Languages, First to Sixth, I think) = 'Doggie', 'The Dog'
Tony Astle (Languages, First to Sixth?, lovely bloke) = 'Pin'
Derek(?) McCallion (English, First to XXth Years) = 'Piggy'
Mr. Williams (English, Fisrt to Forth Years) = 'Mickey', 'Mickey Rooney', 'Mr. Rooney'
P.P. Steinmetz = 'Steiny', 'Stinky', 'Stinky Steiny'
Wally Mastus (Maths, Fifth & Sixth Years) - 'Wal', 'Big Wal', 'Cluster' (a testicular allusion to his deep voice, I suspect).
I've attached Geoff Parkinson's beautiful poem, shades of Lawson & Patterson there, with apologies to the latter (The Road to Od Man's Town). He sent it to me, and a few others, in reply to the ribaldry I originated, after rolling round on the floor for a quarter hour, after reading his 'I object to the 'AKA' section of "our" website'. It's actually very good, I think, and equally obviously, after my unkindnesses to the Stronso Grosso, directed at me.
There must be more to add. Keep'em comin in, fellas, before the substances convert our brains to mush, along with senility, Alzheimers, and misadventure. Before all those who know are carried to grave, the answers lost in the swirling mists of time, speak your minds!

Cheers,
Pete Dunn
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Jennifer <nbogduk@bigpond.net.au> wrote:

OK
 
I am in to this.
Earlier on, when planning the reunion, John Young was seeking advice as to what were the popular songs of the time. The thought arrived to me in recent days. A classic of the period must have been: In the year 25 25 .
Now back to the plot. The Samurai was ace value in 1956-1966. Barry needs a spelling lesson. Tombe the Mist was an Iga ninja. The bad guys were, indeed, the Koga ninja, but the other bad guys were the Fuma ninja (not Foomer). Pop quiz: what was the characteristic weapon of the Fuma ninja, and did you make one?
At the reunion, I challenged Geoff Lum Mow on this matter. Geoff was the ninja king. The most enviable skill of the ninja was their ability to jump backwards into the rafter, the corner of a ceiling, or a tree. Geoffrey could do that. There was an area between the woodwork room and the Assembly hall. From the level of the verandah a retaining wall descending to ground level at the back of the assembly hall. In 1964 and 1965, butts was played against the assembly hall wall in that region. Once the Samurai starting playing, Geoffrey exhibited his skills. He could leap backwards up that wall to the woodwork level. Meanwhile Alan Yip went around exhibiting his professed skill at king fu, by poking everyone in the chest with a single index finger.
Nik

From: herbert garratt [mailto:hwgarratt1952@yahoo.com]
Sent: Thursday, 31 March 2005 5:33 PM
To: b@peak.ws; Alan_Broomhead; Angelo_Loukakis; Arthur_Gerosovich; Brian_Boes; Frank_Del_Duca; Garry_Gibbs; Martin_Kellard; Nick_Nedachin; Nik_Bogduk; Pete_Matkevich; Rodney_Horan; Tony_Luck; Travers_Greg John; Wayne_Kent; Young_John
Subject: Re: Billabong Dreamtime
 
Thank God!
An ignorant pr*ck like me has been relieved of a disturbing gap in my education. And I did f***ing French for six years. Thank you Barry! I knew 'frotteurism' couldn't possibly, in this context, have anything to do with waxing French floorboards - although rubbing does come into it - I suppose.
So it's the practise of rubbing up against people in public! Are these people previously known to the frotteur, or are they complete strangers? There's a range of possibilities here! It offers a possible variation on my standard intro to some nubile young thing, of  - 'I hope you won't be offended by this, but the contrast between your slender waist, and ample bosom, is quite striking!'. One could just frotteurise instead. Or do both!
Consciousness raising substances, lowering inhibitions, as they do, might assist in these frotteruistic experiments. I can't wait. It's probably all caused by watching the frenzied reciprocating action of the Low Pressure Crosshead (the one near the footpath) on AXD-136, as it yo-yo'ed up and down Palace Street, and obvious parallels to sexual endeavours - though, unfortunately, not in my case, with a 14" stroke.
 
I am indebted,
Cheers,
Pete Dunn.

"b@peak.ws" <judgerbean@iinet.net.au> wrote:

Pete & Herb, my dictionary says it's the psychosis (pasttime?) of rubbing up against people in public.
I'd never heard of it till these guys mentioned it, but it sounds like something we can do next year after the reunion if there are any nubile young things in cooee. It could be combined with Dreamtiming near a billabong if anyone brings a bus. I want to sit with the great Koiche Ose and have a chat with him about how many different kinds of Ninja he battled. The only names I remember are Tombe the Mist (good) and Kongo the Koga (bad), but there were Ega Ninjas, Black Ninjas, Foomer Ninjas, Keeshu Ninjas at least. We could chat on idyllicly while people frotteured away and VIc got out his bloodnock, Alan gave Jungle Bob an enema, and you took stock of all the mechanical devices nearby for subsequent instant recall. If his Grace was truly generous, I believe it's possible John Weir could give his "We are all scientists" speech from a branch over the water and Charlie Biggers could moon us from the clouds like the senile old bugger he was on the verge of becoming when they pensioned him off. To top it off, I'd like to hear Nik Bogduk and Leith Morton creating haikus about Tom Bakora very quietly in the distance.
I'm already looking forward to next year.
Cheers, Barry
 
----- Original Message -----
From: herbert garratt
To: b@peak.ws
Sent: Wednesday, March 30, 2005 8:57 PM
Subject: Re: Got "up", what to do with it
 
Barry!
I may well be able to remember that the numpler plate on the 1928 Fowler (of Leeds) twin-cylinder, compound-expansion, steam roller, that never stopped rolling Palace Street, was 'AXD-136', but my only reference to 'Frotteurism', so far, has dug up a reference to French floor polishers! What the f*** is a 'frotteur', and if it is a floor polisher, does this have anything do with 'polishing' in other contexts?
I recommend a collective introduction to Native Australian consciousness-raising substances. If we do indulge in these materials -all gratis, provided by His grace, I might add - the recollections would make the Dreamtime seem but a replay of 'The Samurai' (Shintaro Akikusu, and Tombe, the Mist - remember them?), by comparison. Who knows, at such an event, the spirits of long passed torturers - Stinky Steinmetz, Menzies, Bradford, Jones, &c, amy flit surreally through the in and outs of the foliage surrounding the billabong, or wherever we choose to deviate in this way!
 
Cheers,
Pete Dunn.

"b@peak.ws" <judgerbean@iinet.net.au> wrote:

Hey Vic, now I understand more about the Williams/Masters Theory of Man-Toroid Communication. All these emails going back and forward are quite illuminating. I go with the Babich Spoonerism theory, although the name Bretell does act like Quasimodo. And I thought it was Rod, but it must have been you who brought up frotteurism. I had to reach for a dictionary. However imf does seem to have been coined for Mr Brewster if the WMTMTC is true.
I want to nominate Peter Dunn for something but I can't think what. Man whose head is full of more STUFF than I would have thought possible...the number plate on a council truck 40 years ago! I'm not sure why he finds Turd's letter so funny, I'm more amused by Alan's development as a surreal storyteller. Mr Tan - at least the mad maths teacher - threw lots of stuff. He threw small pieces of left over chalk almost every lesson. I got hit once, although he wasn't aiming at me. He threw a duster at least once, he held onto it too long and it hit the floor near his feet - really hard because he was already nearly insane.. The infamous exercisebook-throwing lesson started with him holding a whole arm full of our books and telling us that all our work was woeful. He threw the first couple of books into the air at random in a sort of surrender/disgust amalgam then he started getting angry and threw some books (not necessarily their own) at various people. I don't remember it being Elwell but it could have been.
At the start of one of the later terms that year I remember Mr Gilroy coming into our class and announcing that he wouldn't be coming back and the scuttlebutt was that he was taken to the looney bin.
Do you remember the history teacher who used to twist people's ears all the time? He'd hover behind you while you answered a question until you made a mistake, then whizz, twist of the ear, no marks, no charges able to be laid. He also did a routine with his fists about "The Triple Entente" and "The Triple Alliance". I think he was British.
John, there's an awful lot of emails going around right now. The enthusiasm won't last. What about a quick start forum with a thread for all of these guys and issues. Then everyone can add their own extras. I'm happy to help/administer it, but right now something that everyone can add to would be the most useful thing.
Cheers, Barry
----- Original Message -----
From: Victor Matkevich
To: b@peak.ws
Sent: Wednesday, March 30, 2005 1:15 PM
Subject: catch up
 
fun playing silly buggers whatoh
i mean how come im not getting instant remorseful nay joyous feedback....its been hours...bloodnock is the guru of all understanding barry....imbue....inhale...initiate the mantra...oh shit..theyve got me by the arm...........be gentle
maidens
 
as you wake from this trance further research has revealed that imf...inverse metafrotteurism....people who have been treated like objects go on to treat objects like people. since objects according to newton are always aware....imf seems an unlikey reality   however people with imf....lie to themselves believing the objects are unaware and go on to seriously injure themselves
dont say i didnt warn you