OLD MEMORIES NEVER DIE – (ODE TO THE OLDIES) Class of ’80
On the 10th September 1978, collectively we gathered to determine our fate. A bunch of keen strangers determined to succeed, our futures ahead of us, now where would it lead?
Prepared and professional enthusiasm abound, Hotel, Catering and Institutional operations, was our common ground, starched whites, Dinkums and industry literature we carried, well look at us now, grown up, slightly wrinkled, sensible… married?
It didn’t take long before friendships were formed, and soon post storming and norming our gang was formed.
Little did we know amidst future industry fears, we’d be gathered and dining together after 36 years.
Hotel school was demanding particularly for some of us, as our journey to study meant bike, train and bus.
Some didn’t have the pleasure of accommodation on site, so travelled for hours, every morning and night!
We soon became accustomed to student life and strode, eagerly for two years down the lengthy Ipswich Road.
Lectures were challenging, lunchtimes filled with gloom!
Thank god for “Wine & dines” hospitality and Gold Blend, in her Southwell Lodge bedroom!
By this stage together cohesively we stayed, studying keenly and collectively but at night hard we played.
Dressed casually by day time some often like tramps, but all scrubbed up well for a night of boogie at Scamps!
“FBG”, “Hobart”, “Blossom”, “Waxy” and “Daz” – F&B sampling and quaffing Shiraz, “Luddy” and “Kacky” completed the group.
Cameron’s first practical cookery stint where we made potage paisan soup!
We remember our lecturers but where are they now?
Less able, perhaps wrinkly, and still cooking I presume somehow?
Slim Dinsdale the “Beardy”, quite trendy of late, the kind of chap you’d have a beer with and call him your mate!
Fridays at the Grove before science we did choose, then back to the lab, trying hard not to snooze!
Combined chemistry, biology, and physics we learnt, fooled around with Bunsen burners and often got burnt!
Our baking skills honed and frequent tasting made some chubby, no thanks to our mentor extraordinaire, the remarkable… Mr Tubby!
Croksford our butcher had a knack with a Cleaver!
And, the star of our class was our own Ginny Beevor!
Now profitability in business is required in amounts, so important for us all to learn the principles, of financial accounts.
Sometimes we yearned escape but felt imprisoned like Belson, and were encouraged to embrace knowledge, experience delivered by Wheeler and Nelson!
Meg Muggeridge, our hero, who often sighed “gosh..”delivered her lectures with an accent quite posh!
Ongoing practical sessions and accommodation projects, and dressed in blue Dinkums we cleaned loos and hotel objects!
For us music was special, well as I recall,whether Juke box or Barn dance, or Daz’s demo tapes to install Stranglers, the Rats, Martha and the Muffins.. Staying alive.. And who could ever forget Gloria Gaynor’s.. …“I will survive”!
So here we all are after thirty six years, and later we’ll depart amidst sorrow and tears.
Let’s check out our diaries and plan as we mentioned, before time runs out and we are drawing our pensions!
Raise your glasses to absent friends, now where do they live?
“Rag Tag and Bobtail”, Derek, “Nephatiti” and not forgetting“Viv the Spiv”, “Doggy Kate”, Dorothy, and …….. oh my God!
Remember the bungling yet cuddly, Matthew Cod !
Well thanks for all coming and making the effort.
For those who didn’t make it, let’s not effit and jeffit.
It’s been fantastic to re kindle fond memories a plenty, and see you all here again perhaps, in 2020!!!!!!!! ?
Ian R. Boardley alias “MM Yan”