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Roland HADLEY (1956-1958 about) joroh@iprimus.com.au

Never soared, but enjoyed the sport. 5 years in local government, N. Yorks, shuffling paper, to 8 years Home Office Prisons Department in such exotic locations as Eccleshall, Staffs., Hollesley Bay, Suffolk, Durham, Winchester, London, Wetherby: same shuffle. 5 years in Forensic Science Service at Harrogate and Wetherby - still shuffling…

Emigration to Alice Springs in 1981, with the NT and Commonwealth Public Services led to the WA State Public Service in Perth with the Department of Health Psychiatric Services and now with Disability Services. Yes, correct, still shuffling - but getting better at it!

Staff: I remember Ken Quickfall, Tunnicliffe, Sammy Friend, Al Brown, Timber Waldron (3 years to make a tray!), the multi-linquist Simpson, Henderson, Bob Cherry (are you sure Zacharias wasn't a disciple?), the talented music man Healy, the new tall Chalkie, Caird who was given a rough reception by our cultured lot F Troop - you're talking Heaton Mafiosi! Sentenced by Barnes to write a 3 page essay for holding a snowball within 20 yards of the premises! Tansley, with whose fair-headed daughter, Susan (21 2 44 ) I fell in love in 1951, or was it 1952? HI, IT'S ME!!

I recall taking tea/coffee pots into the staff room, somewhat musky smell, rigor mortis was in evidence.. Black gowns hanging up like large dead bats and out of the smoky pall loomed… one of the aforementioned! Dante's Inferno wasn't in it!

Students: I recall many of my brother's mates - George Bright, Fredricks, Chinkee, Robson, John Stevenson (The Greg Chappell of his day), Mickey Potts, Eric White (bright one that), Humphrey, Jimmy Melia starting fights, ENUF - see BD Hadley screed. My own year - John Colley, Derek Johnston, Trevor Walton Clive Ridley, Jimmy Nelson, Ian Joyce, Bryan Robson, Kenny Sloan, Dave Speker, Stephen Brown who excelled at the G & S Productions, Tony Troughton, Ken Greenley, the two Sneddon brothers - Alec and ? and Les Rebel Larcombe who may be heading up a drug cartel in Colombia, or a knocking shop in Tangiers! See the glories of sports day in 1959.

James HALL (1965-1972) jameshall1208@gmail.com

Hello, I have just discovered this site and begun to browse. My memories concern the period 1965 to 1972. I started in 1G (Grey House). I came from a nice little primary school – Cragside - and was basically all at sea at the big school, particularly as only one other boy from my class (Nigel Hilling) was with me. Being one of the youngest in the year and shy did not help.

Failed the 1st year exams and ended up in 2M the bottom set which turned out to be like a death sentence. We were treated as failures and some played up to that. It was a bit of a struggle. There were a couple of bullies in the class going around between lessons trying to terrorise everyone. I despised them and then met one several years later and he was ok!

However, although these are negative memories I have some happier ones. Mr Messer was regarded with respect. I must admit I could never manage maths. Mr Pierce was an excellent French teacher and a superb role model. Colin Kirkby was a nice Physics teacher who did his best. Mr Cressey taught me only in year 2 I think but was good. Geoff Taylor read lots of classic novels with us in English. There were others. If I had been good at sports it might have been better, but if you weren't you were just written off -although I was proud to represent the school at hockey! I think it was a good school on the slide and I say that with 35 years teaching experience of my own. Sad really. If you were bright academically or an obvious sportsman you were noticed.
 
I remember characters like Neil Atkinson and Brian Marley and nice lads like Phil Castiaux and Colin Jervis. In the photograph in Neil's entry, the boy unidentified in the front row next to Jervis is Johnstone or Johnson, he had bright red hair and cycled from Longbenton.

Other memories have been stirred: morning assembly with staff in their cloaks; sheltering under the arch of the entrance while the big lads snowballed you; being put in prefects' detention for minor offences; crowding round the entrance to the cavernous stockroom at break time to get a new book; a haversack full of homework; the race to the bicycle shed at night; not having to wear a blazer in sixth form; watching a staff v pupils football match where Harry Askew headed the ball. Two of my favourite teachers come to mind: Daddy Gray for History and RI and Jack Frost for British Constitution and (later) Economics - two guaranteed grade As at O level with the latter!

Sometimes the school atmosphere was quite riotous. Does anyone remember a sixth former tied to the cloakroom gate, stripped to his waist and carried around the sports field? I think he had "I'm not the marrying kind " written on his chest. A great spectacle for us little ones!

Overall, I found Heaton a depressing experience where my potential was not encouraged. It got a lot better in the sixth form because of the civilising influence of girls. I would like to end with a quick shout out for John Dixon the Art teacher, who let us do pretty much what we wanted in A level Art. No Ofsted inspectors to worry about then! With hindsight, I know I should have worked harder, but times were more relaxed. Finally, thank you to Keith Toshack who was a great sixth form tutor. After I left school and found myself drifting he pointed me to a teaching career.

Dave HARDY (1960-1967) dave_hardy@btinternet.com

I came to the the school in 1960 and joined the rest of the shrimps in Form 1Caird, wearing my navy Co-op blazer with the shiny satin finish blue pocket stripes (Isaac Waltons and Roland Blaylocks did the blazers with the posher blue felt stripes!)  At my very first assembly, Billy Allen the school hard kid threatened to stick a six inch nail up my bum if I sat next to him.  Horror! 

I ended up the following year in 2G - not because I was top stream material - but because I fancied learning German so I could read the War comics.  Mind you, after a year with Mr Thorgerson, I surrendered and changed over to Art.    Charles Inglis was my art master and what a nice fellow he was - he gave me lots of early days encouragement. 

Guy Massey-Taylor arrived soon after with all the finesse of a incoming howitzer but we soon got to like him - lots of exciting stories about his life in Africa.  John Dixon came along later to teach art and he persuaded me to go on to Art College.

Other names I fondly remember - Joe Messer (Maths), Pug Walker (English), David Walker trying to teach us Milton's Samson Agonistes (zzzz), Dan Matthew reading from Catch-22 (awesome), Ken Quickfall  ("Right, everyone into the showers now with nothing on" - eek!)  McFaddyen (Civics) valiantly trying to explain VD to us, Ron Cherry putting us through the drama bit.  One of the nicest was Brian Docker (Maths) - he gave me more detentions for fooling about than anyone, but we still loved him.  I was late just about every morning during the sixth form - Titch Fullarton eventually gave up bollocking me over it.

In the early years, I'd play breaktime football with Ken Brown, Keith Tyndall and Chancy and take part in the mass snowball fights on the back football field - sixth form against the rest!  I was also privileged to help brew the teacher's coffee at break time (Chancy wouldn't let me take the pot up to the staff room because I had nicotine on my fingers from smoking in the bushes outside the school gate!)  Jock McKenzie was Head Boy.  Sang soprano in the school's Messiah at the City Hall famously conducted by Sneb Healey. 

Other accomplices in crime were Stitch Richardson, Cass Carlyle, Reedy, and Charnley (who we used to hit with our spoons during school dinners!)  In the later years, we smoked, spat on the ground, leered at the girls next door, and played Subbuteo.  Once we hit the fifth form we were allowed to ditch the blazers and wear sports jackets.  I wore hipster flairs and shredded the bottom of my school tie.

In the sixth form, we did all the school plays with David Cant, Tony Adamson, Michael Chaplin and the others - I played the Duke of Norfolk in "A Man for all Seasons" and I got to thump David on stage during the confrontation scene - to the cheers of the audience!  We also had girls come over from next door to act in the play!  Roger Blair drove a bunch of us over to the Empire Theatre in Sunderland one night in his dad's Morris Oxford to see The Tempest.  Stitch and I did a "gig" for Ron Cherry at the Little Theatre, Whitley Bay - 2nd and 3rd spear carriers in his production of Julius Caesar! 

Good times, but things have moved on.  I left in 1967 for Art College, did the Paris student riots with my French girlfriend, bummed around a bit, then eventually moved into Corporate Finance (despite failing maths O level and a resit!).  I'm currently a senior manager with HSBC.

Post teen hobbies have been motor rallying and building sports racing cars. 

I married Brenda (Rutherford High) in 1976 and our daughter Caroline graduated last year.  We live near Lichfield in Staffordshire.

John HARPIN (1963-1970) jah01@planet.eon.net

The world gets smaller by the minute! I went to Heaton Grammar School between 1963 - 1970. Sorry to see Big Bill Tunnicliffe is no longer with us. He was a great maths teacher. Whatever happened to Mr. Cressey? He started his first year teaching as our chemistry teacher and was my final chemistry teacher before I marched on to the University of Salford. I notice all the other names are from earlier dates. Is there anyone out there from the old 4R, 5R and sixth form before the government turned it into that awful comprehensive school? I am now another of the "ex pats" freezing their buns off in the far North a.k.a. Canada with my wife and two kids.

Ian HARRISON (1938-1943) ianrh@sympatico.ca

I started at Heaton Sec in Sept 1938 after Chiillingham Road school.I was familiar with the school as my late sister attended the Girl's side, graduating the year before I started.

As I recall the first year was pretty routine with nothing really standing out.The second year was something else again. I was evacuated with most of the school to Whitehaven in Sept 1939. There we shared a school, we were away from home in a strange place with strange digs and not knowing much about what was going on back home. I lasted until Oct 1940 when I returned home on my own volition. Looking back it was an experience in itself and I can still talk about it.
Back in Newcastle and back in a somewhat stripped down school, we had very basic schooling with no frills and few outside activities. Air raid alerts came and went during school hours when we rushed to shelters to swat up at times for the exam which was underway. One night I hid under the dining room table at home when Jerry bombed the school taking out the geography and woodwork rooms plus the tennis courts. Worst of all, the wife of the Girl's caretaker was killed when their house on the grounds had a direct hit. Despite all this we still managed to get through the 3rd year in one piece.
The last two years are a bit foggy. In 1941 my mother died (my father had died in 1929) so there we were, two young people without a rudder. I managed to get through 4th year with a struggle - there was no counselling or anything like that in those days -one just had to get on with it.

For my last year,we had moved in with relatives in Longbenton so I had a really long commute - probably the longest in the school. Despite it all graduation came and I have been for ever grateful for the start I got in life from my education at Heaton Sec. The teachers are a bit of a fuzz now but I recall the Head ""Blogg's" and "Titch" Bullen who taught Maths and was really good despite a penchant for throwing chalk and blackboard dusters at pupils with great accuracy.
After graduation in 1943 I went to live in Scotland for a few months where I worked in Leith. Returning to Newcastle in early 1944 I got a job with Scott & Turner in Gallowgate but later that year joined the Army and took off for India for 3+ years.

After demob in 1948 we came to Canada where I have been since. Here I was employed by CIBC (a Canadian Chartered Bank) for almost 40 years seeing service in various places in Eastern Canada and being attached to the International operations for 10 years. I retired in 1988 as a Senior Vice-President.

I have been happily married to a Yorkshire girl I met here for almost 57 years. We have 2 children and 5 grandchildren
In conclusion I can only say again how much esteem I hold for the old Heaton Sec and can only hope that Heaton Manor will uphold the old traditions as best it can. I still remember the screens in the classrooms being open when the weather was good and sitting there doing lessons with warm air streaming in along with the aroma of newly mowed grass.

David HENDERSON (1960-1967) david@hendersons001.plus.com

I remember HGS well, but not with any overwhelming positive or negative connotations. The HGS I recall wasn’t something you felt passionate about either way; it was the place you went to, day after day; where life was generally pretty tolerable and you were taught reasonably well. There was no pervasive or motivating spirit, and I imagine that my feelings about HGS parallel the way most people feel about going to work.

Certainly I think the school means most to me today because of the people I met there - and after having left the north-east in 1967 I’m still in touch with several good friends. Rob Moore and I meet up at least a couple of times a year. Peter Michel lives in Palo Alto California, and we meet every couple of years either here or in the US. Peter Craig lives in Gloucestershire and we met in London in February. Peter Michel, Rob, Alan Hynd, David Thompson, Geoff Crow and I met in November 2001 in Newcastle - the first time we’d all been together since late 1966 when Peter left for the US. I even got the Rob Moore walking tour of Whitley Bay and Cullercoats and a drink in the Cradlewell! I’ve lost touch with Gordon Begg, who used to give me a lift home on the back of his chromed motor scooter, parkas flapping. Well it was 1966.

After a geography degree and bent on a business career, I took a postgraduate Marketing degree - I guess it’d be an MBA now but I’m too old for one of those - and spent 17 years working with major corporations such as United Biscuits, Beecham and Mars, mostly in marketing roles. I ended up as head of European Marketing for one of the smaller Mars operations, but I guess it took me that long to arrive at a view that I wasn’t really cut out for the compromises of corporate life. Possibly some that know me might be surprised I stuck it out so long.

In 1988 I bought into a newish Direct Marketing Agency which had been started by a friend and colleague, and became its joint M.D. We did pretty well, considering, and we grew a business towards 10m turnover and worked on some really interesting stuff for some fabulous clients. I quit working full time in 1997 so that I could photograph and write, though I still do some consultancy - to keep my eye in so to speak and because it pays better than photography! On that front I now have a small but decent photography business, (http://www.photography001.com/) spending about three months of each year travelling to various parts of the world to photograph landscapes and cities- recent trips include Mexico and Cuba. So life hasn’t been unkind, and I’ve been lucky enough to really enjoy most of the things I’ve done.

I’ve been married to Jane since 1971 and we have three girls from 18 to 22 - one a teacher, one at Oxford studying Physics (not an inherited aptitude, let me tell you) and one busy planning her gap year. They’ve grown up to be really nice girls, and we’re rather proud of them. We’ve lived in Datchet, Berkshire since 1975 and to be honest it’s a long time since I thought of myself as a Geordie.

Back at HGS I remember hating sciences and German; respecting Mr Prust - who nobody played up , never lost his temper and whose brogues were reputedly pre-war. Some people just have it, I guess. I remember Mr. Robinson as the only teacher to work out that if he didn’t hassle me for essays then I’d put more effort into them. Like most others I thought "Dan" Matthew was both a good teacher and a kind man, and have good memories also of Messrs. Gibson, Gilbert, Frost, Fullarton and Spink. I used to like "Tufty" Taylor too until I heard he’d told a friend’s parents to discourage him from hanging out with me because I was a bad influence. Still don’t know where that one sprang from.

I recall being in the Corner House one lunchtime and Mr James asking "Does the Headmaster know you’re here?" and him not liking the answer. I remember "Titch" Fullarton asking (always politely and always in private) if I’d shave my sideburns - or sideboards as they were then. As I’ve said, it was 1966. I recall a couple of masters sitting in a car outside the bookies towards the Coast Road because they thought a couple of us were in there (true) and being unable to leave before they had to go back for afternoon lessons. But generally it was uneventful. I think I preferred the holidays.

 Graeme HILL (1959- 1966) GraemeHG@aol.com

I thought it was time to make contact given that only one person from my year has entered his details!

I enjoyed reading about Harvey Roll as I remember a few beers with him in the Cradle Well along with John Chrisp, Phil and Geoff Cunningham, Bob Martin, Billy Weir and the brilliant Alf Louvre.

I suppose my main memories centre around the cricket team when Phil was captain and I was Vice, opening the bowling with Ron Deeble.  Bill Tunnicliffe was in charge and nobody could bring you down to earth like him. I remember one match taking 8 wickets and when I walked off he said,' Hill, you were doing nothing with that ball'.

I still see Tony Woodcock from time to time and from the High School, Wendy Smith.

I live in Ponteland with my wife of some 29 years with a son in London and a daughter in Newcastle. I have many fond memories of the school and hope to attend any future reunions. hope all my old mates are well especially those from the half way line on the old popular side!

Gordon HOGARTH (1948 - 1953) g.hogarth@lineone.net

I found out about this site from Alan Bulman, following the re-union of the 1951 School Junior football team earlier this year.

My main memory of my time at HGS is that of not being keen on any subjects except Games and PE. I must have been reasonably bright, however, as I stayed in the ‘A’ form from 1A to 5A and left in the summer of 1953 with eight ‘O’ levels. I then joined a firm of Consulting Civil Engineers as a Pupil under Agreement for five years. I stayed for a further two years as an Assistant Engineer before moving to the Borough Engineers Department in South Shields. During this time I was studying Civil Engineering at Rutherford College of Technology and was eventually elected as a Member of both the Institution of Civil Engineers and the Institution of Municipal Engineers.

I spent the next 21 years with different Local Authority Engineering Departments in the north east, before moving to Nottingham City Council in June 1974 to take up the post of Principal Assistant Engineer in the Department of Technical Services.    Eventually I was promoted to Chief Engineer, and in October 1987 was appointed City Engineer and Surveyor to the City Council.   I remained in this position until June  1991, when I took early retirement.

In 1960 I married Joyce and moved to live in Whitley Bay. Our two sons were born in Tynemouth and we now have 10 year old twin grandchildren .

As mentioned earlier, I was very keen on sport and retained this interest after leaving school. The high point of my sporting career has to be the two seasons I spent as a Part Time Professional with Gateshead, playing a number of games in the first team in the old Third Division (North) and in the Fourth Division. The extra cash came in very handy, as at the time I was a poorly paid Pupil. After this I spent a number of seasons in non league football in the north east, finishing up playing for Heaton Stannington along side two other members of the 1951 School side, Tom Boylen and Ron Wingfield.

Another fond memory of HGS is taking part in the Gilbert and Sullivan operas. I was one of the Major Generals daughters in Iolanthe, and when my voice broke a couple of years later I was a Yeoman in The Yeoman of the Guard. In between I assisted as a stage hand.

Memories of teachers include the following:

  • Bertie Norris - in a foul temper (most of the time) he would hurl chalk, blackboard dusters and exercise books across the classroom.
  • "Satan" Simpson - he was furious when he learned from my parents at an open evening that I had given up the chance of a holiday in France to go Youth Hostelling with three pals.
  • Ken Quickfall - he taught me and countless others to swim at Chillingham Road baths without ever entering the water himself.
  • "Timber Willie" Waldron - I was useless at Woodwork, but I seem to recall that he also taught Technical Drawing, which I was good at, and which was to stand me in good stead in later years as a Civil Engineer.
  • Arthur Clapperton - he was our Form master in 3A. One of the lead singers in the opera (sorry I can’t remember his name) did a marvellous impression of several of the masters…The one for A.C. went something like "My name is Arthur Clapperton, the portliest of men and even for the worst work I give ten marks out of ten". This was accompanied by an impersonation which was un-mistakably A.C.
  • Bill Tunnicliffe -Tramping like a farmer from his allotment across the Senior football pitch to join in cricket nets at lunch time. He was a mean fast bowler for Whitley Bay in the Northumberland League I recall. I also remember after finishing "O" level exams, all the other masters allowed us to play cricket,etc. until the end of term. Not Bill - he had us learning calculus! I didn’t think much of this at the time, but again it stood me in good stead in the future.

I would be delighted to hear from some of our contemporaries

Gary HOGG (1964-1969) garyhogg@btinternet.com

Thanks a lot lads! I haven't slept for two nights since I discovered your website. (You may not be able to sleep if you check out this photo of me and the rest of 2M in 1965!)  Memories of Tufty, Tich, Cherry, Big Bill, and Chilly Road Baths keep bringing me out in a cold sweat. If the money's right I might even reveal who painted World Cup Willy on the school roof!

During my entire school career I was involved in three fights. One at primary school and two at Heaton Grammar. All three were with Brian Murphy who was one of my closest mates. As soon as a fight started, everyone within earshot of the cry 'SCRAP' would come running and form a circle around the participants. It was impossible to escape when you'd had enough and also impossible for the Prefects to get to you until there was at least a little blood. Ken Quickfall pulled us apart on one occasion and our behaviour almost cost us our trip to school camp.

In those days camp was at Lake Ullswater.  Brian and I were pals again by the time it came around. Most of us had never seen a lake bigger than Paddy's. We all had a great time despite Tufty's impromptu lecture about glacial deposits when we were half way up a wet and windy Helvellyn. We were also disappointed when we realised Ken Quickfall was pulling our legs about there being a cafe at the top complete with juke box.

Ken Hurst was a good friend who I have not seen since school. Every time I hear 'Waterloo Sunset' I think of Ken who, in a total daydream, burst into song in the middle of an art lesson. Luckily it was John Dixon's class. He was quite amused and we had an in depth discussion about the current charts. Imagine if it was one of Mr Cherry's classes!

After twenty years in the Motor Trade, I decided to go to 'Film School' and am now almost scraping a living as a writer. I'm working with Bill Maynard on a new series for Yorkshire Television. My old form master and English teacher, Harry Worth (DH Walker) would be impressed. Last time I saw him I was fixing the exhaust on his Cortina. His hard work paid off in the end. As is the case with John Dixon because I also earn a few coppers illustrating school books.

Alas, Tom Cressey had no such luck with my education.  Despite his perseverence, bless him, I failed miserably.  Luckily I have never been called upon to balance a chemical equation since.

I'm still living in the Toon and I'm in touch with Gary Earnshaw, Paul Nicholson, Alistair Wade and Mac Hall. I would love to see Brian Murphy again.  We cycled to school together most days and particularly on that very first day when I had my cap in my pocket because I thought they were compulsory. It was its one and only outing.

At the beginning of my 4th year, the wall came down (not literally) and we were exposed to members of the opposite sex. Break times were eagerly awaited and provided just enough time to do an entire lap of the school checking out the totty. (Bit like the Oxford come to think of it!) I immediately fell in love with Yvonne Blair who was in the second year. I was besotted for several years but was far too shy to do anything about it. The odd occasions I did pluck up courage I just went red and stuttered. She was and probably still is oblivious despite all the cycling past her with no-hands.

That was the start of the comprehensive system which despite its good intentions was the beginning of the end for Heaton Grammar. When I attended an open day a few years ago I was disappointed at how tatty the place had become. The war memorial, built by Timber Willy in the hall was dusty and derelict, hidden behind a curtain.

I was saddened to hear that the old place is in line for demolition. I still think it's one of the most impressive buildings in Newcastle. Now Chilly Road Baths! You can knock that bugger down!

My dad, the late Charles Hogg was one of the first pupils in 1928 and was amongst the privileged few at the opening of the Tyne Bridge and the School on the same day.

......Levi's Stay-pressed, haversacks emblazoned with Hendrix, Ken Quickfall's Hillman Imp, Cressey's Morgan with the chequered grille, Timber Willie's Lambretta .... I must get some sleep!

Paul HUGHES (1958-1965) PaulHughes@hughespg.freeserve.co.uk

I was delighted to be able to open up the school page and find a photograph of myself in the picture you entitled 1964 Cricket First Team. I am in the front row holding a bat behind "First Eleven". I do however suspect that it is a photograph of the Second XI of '64. Many of those on the picture were in the year behind me. John Chrisp & Co. Dave Stoker was the year ahead.

I still live in Northeast England (Hedley on the Hill near Stocksfield, Northumberland) and am still in touch with quite a few "Old Heatonians". Do the names Harvey Roll, Geoff Cunningham, Keith Robinson, Mike Rose-Troup, Chris Jeffrey ring any bells?
I'm a season ticket holder at "The Toon" and occasionally have a spare one available. If any Old Heatonian is visiting Newcastle from abroad and is desperate to see a game, there's no harm in asking!

Ray HUMPHREY (1955-1960) raymondh@lbbc.lb.com

I think I started off in 1c with Douglas Lamb (or maybe some other Lamb). Anyway I was in the same year as Jimmy Nelson who left school to apprentice to Sunderland. Kenny Sloan a big mate of his played for Whitley Bay. I remember watching him play, somewhat hung over (nothing changes), in a Cup Final at St. James'. My Claim to Fame - 2nd person in our Form to be caned by Barnes, Cheezy somebody or other beat me out after being frogmarched across the Quad by that Waldron for swearing at him. I remember the night before our final day breaking into the School to do devilment only to find the Sixth had beat us to it and painted Belsen on the roof. Askew the following day charging into the 5C formroom to inspect my shoes for paint. - Did he think 'cos I was from Byker I only had one pair of shoes? In Calgary I watch N/cle on Sky @ the Ship & Anchor with Barry Fenton from RGS whose brother Stewart was in the same year as me. And if that guy Kirkpatrick reads this - I'm sorry about the black eye! - anyway I can still run so you won't catch me.

Alan HYND 1960-1965 alan@alanhynd.fsnet.co.uk

I remember my days at Heaton Grammar school as happy days,although I did not stay on to 6th form.   I started in 1960 and was involved in the usual round up in The Quad with Hitler blaring out the rules and regulations and then off I went to join 1 Collingwood.  The class was in alphabetical order and the H's were Hardy Henderson Hood Hynd.

I remember being disappointed that the 1st year did not have a football team and could not wait till the 2nd year began.  By this time I was in 2G and I stayed in this class through to the final year which was the 5th (1965).

Thankfully I really enjoyed the sport, football run by a real enthusiast Ian (Dan) Matthews, he was also a very good English teacher who made his subject one to look forward to.

In sport I have made lifelong friends, Bob Day and Gordon Begg who go back to my primary school days at Welbeck Road and at Heaton I met Peter Michel who remains a good friend to this day. Other team members included Geoff Crow, a good friend with whom I have recently been reunited and Vernon (Slash) Slade now sadly deceased.

In our class Rob Moore and David Henderson were and still are good friends.   I remember the brains of the class Don King and Glyn Bowen, the orator David Cant and many others.

I enjoyed the cricket too with Keith Tindle, Geordie Pye and Keith Dancer and who can forget Tufty Taylor the Geography teacher and Big Bill Tunnicliffe both of whom loved the game of cricket and ran the teams with great enthusiasm.

Of the other teachers Hal Gibson, Ian Spink Ian Fullerton Bill Gilbert and Ken (tip,tip,tap,tap) Quickfall are not forgotten, nor is Ron Cherry who I believe is still a Thespian at heart.

As for myself I run my accountancy practice in Chester le Street as I have for the last 20 years. I have been married to Rebecca for 28 years, live in Heaton (where else) and have 2 children Matthew and Sarah now both well past their university days.

As for sport I am still a fanatic and await the call from Newcastle United.  I referee local football (never mind the abuse), having completed my playing career at the age of 37,although I did turn out for the now defuct Heaton Grammar old boys team many years ago.

My passion now though is cricket which I still play in the Northumberland League where I have many friends and acquaintances throughout the County.

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