Cromwell Secondary Modern School

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• tom wilson

  21st May 2022 | Permalink | Reply to this comment

  Comment Category: General memories

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  Cromwell Secondary School

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  It had a foreboding reputation

  Not like Clarry where I later went

  Even the girls were tough

  Sometimes there was a night time youth club dance

  The teachers smoked and the females wore scent

  If you couldn’t fight

  You got chucked down the hill

  The older lads made sure

  It was some bizarre tradition

  I remember the Aztec wall sculpture

  There was a huge on going fuss about that

  We could have had a swimming pool instead

  But for some reason they went and voted for that.

  There was some old eccentric overtly gay dude

  Called sexy Sykes

  He fondled and touched up pupils

  He was like Quinton Crisp on a pushbike

  He got all touchy feely with the kids

  He treated it as a joke,, if you tried to get passed him

  He was an art teacher of some kind

  This was painful leagues ago in 72

  Pink Floyd and Psychedelic designs

  Adorned the walls with gloy glue

  It was all very other worldly

  We played football on the concrete play ground

  I was good then mind you

  But once you got taken down

  By a mammoth that weighted a tonne

  There was no way to continue

  An abrasion wide open you’d been done

  Rugby was the same

  Vicious in cold seasons

  You just didn’t tackle the cock of the school

  For obvious reasons

  The rain and the frost, ground like solid stone

  And the embarrassing sports kit

  Like a scene from Loach’s KES milestone

  Seemed like a form of subliminal punishment

  Was the only reason we were even doing it

  On the crazy bus going there

  The weakest kids would fret,,

  I remember the intimidating Billy Burns

  He was a much older bully and a kind of a mad biker

  He used to wave his knob around in the toilets

  Proudly bragging with his prize tool

  Just to showing off

  Those are my enduring memories

  Of going to Cromwell Secondary School