It's mind-boggling how many female teachers are attracted to young lads. It happened in my school, and the teacher lost everything, even her house and family. And the male teacher was locked up a few years later before receiving a blackeye from the father.

These messages are freaky. Is she on glue or something? I think the lad felt relieved that the messages stopped.

“Cheers for f*****g abandoning me. Appreciate that”, later adding, “The worst part is you promised you wouldn’t leave me”. She also added “Why do you always disappear or act like a t**t when I need you?” In the misconduct hearing this year, the panel saw that Miss Doman had also shared information which further crossed professional boundaries. She wrote: “…I made myself vulnerable and told you things I’ve never even told [REDACTED], and you abandon me.”

She made comments about the pupil’s appearance and messaged him saying: “I literally go get waxed every eight weeks for no-one to appreciate it”,

www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/...eacher-b2763883.html

www.essexlive.news/news/essex-news/grays...er-sexually-10240298

I've only ever had 2 female teachers. One looked like Rosa Klebb in From Russia with Love and had a similar temperament, the other was like the dwarf at the end of Don't Look Now. Thankfully neither were attracted to me.

To believe that teachers can replace normal decent parents, is an major error

Who mentioned anything of the sort, Barney?

Downing Street Cat wrote:
I've only ever had 2 female teachers. One looked like Rosa Klebb in From Russia with Love and had a similar temperament, the other was like the dwarf at the end of Don't Look Now. Thankfully, neither were attracted to me.

I hope she didn't wear a red coat and hold the piece of chalk like a knife with a sadistic grin on her face. I will be seeing the stage play of Don't Look Now later in the year.

There was a creepy drama teacher at my secondary school who was rumoured to be having an affair with a female senior pupil and did end up leaving his wife for her and marrying her. He eventually left her too. I hated classes with him (30 mins a week in first year - too long!), as you didn't know where you were with him. One minute he was cracking down hard and being the dictatorial teacher, the next being chummy with the pupils (12 year-olds) as if he was our friend (creepy!).

In one class, he told us we'd be doing "stage fighting" the next week and any of the girls who wanted to participate (I didn't) could take trousers with them to change into (skirts and not trousers being part of the girls' uniform back then). When next week's class came round, he introduced the lesson, then told the girls who'd brought trousers to go under the stage to change (his classes were held on the stage with the curtain closed). A couple of minutes later, he disappeared under the stage. He then came up again claiming he'd forgotten that the girls were there, i.e. a significant portion of the class. Even as a 12 year-old I didn't believe him.

On another occasion, he got some members of the class to climb up a vertical ladder at the side of the stage leading to a balcony (I think stage lights hung from it, but I'm not sure). I thought this weird and pointless, not to mention dangerous, at the time. Only later I wondered if it was to allow him to look up the girls' skirts.

For some reason, he was always one of the accompanying teachers on school trips abroad, along with the language teachers. I'd have been interested in going, but he was a major deterrent. I didn't want him on "tucking into bed" duty or "popping in by accident" duty in the showers.

He eventually got into trouble with the teaching authorities for taking underage pupils to a pub on a trip to see a theatre production in another town. He was suspended from his job, but I think he appealed and was reinstated. In my final year at school, he apparently held a booze-fueled party at his house attended by some senior pupils. He didn't seem to know where boundaries lay. He later went into local politics.

Jo wrote:
There was a creepy drama teacher at my secondary school who was rumoured to be having an affair with a female senior pupil and did end up leaving his wife for her and marrying her. He eventually left her too. I hated classes with him (30 mins a week in first year - too long!), as you didn't know where you were with him. One minute he was cracking down hard and being the dictatorial teacher, the next being chummy with the pupils (12 year-olds) as if he was our friend (creepy!).

In one class, he told us we'd be doing "stage fighting" the next week and any of the girls who wanted to participate (I didn't) could take trousers with them to change into (skirts and not trousers being part of the girls' uniform back then). When next week's class came round, he introduced the lesson, then told the girls who'd brought trousers to go under the stage to change (his classes were held on the stage with the curtain closed). A couple of minutes later, he disappeared under the stage. He then came up again claiming he'd forgotten that the girls were there, i.e. a significant portion of the class. Even as a 12 year-old I didn't believe him.

On another occasion, he got some members of the class to climb up a vertical ladder at the side of the stage leading to a balcony (I think stage lights hung from it, but I'm not sure). I thought this weird and pointless, not to mention dangerous, at the time. Only later I wondered if it was to allow him to look up the girls' skirts.

For some reason, he was always one of the accompanying teachers on school trips abroad, along with the language teachers. I'd have been interested in going, but he was a major deterrent. I didn't want him on "tucking into bed" duty or "popping in by accident" duty in the showers.

He eventually got into trouble with the teaching authorities for taking underage pupils to a pub on a trip to see a theatre production in another town. He was suspended from his job, but I think he appealed and was reinstated. In my final year at school, he apparently held a booze-fueled party at his house attended by some senior pupils. He didn't seem to know where boundaries lay. He later went into local politics.

Not quite the same experience as me. We had a gym teacher when it swimming he pretend to do the register when we stark bollocked naked, it took him forever to do. He could have before we went to the changing rooms or when we were in the pool. I had body dysmorphia up to I was about 30, I didn't even like going to the beach topless as a kid. Even in the Summer months, you would never catch me in shorts in public.

Your drama teacher seems a pervert, there was no need for anyone to climb a rig. One my sister's teachers always asked girls if they were on their periods. He said it was for certain activities I wonder if he kept a chart for himself to see when the right time of the week was to look up skirts himself.

My sister said the activities were only nature walking or going to the high street. You couldn't make it up.

Just a nod to the 99% of hard working teachers who have no sexual interest in their pupils...

Green Man wrote:
you would never catch me in shorts in public



Your local area should celebrate that great news.

Lester Pidgeon wrote:
Green Man wrote:
you would never catch me in shorts in public



Your local area should celebrate that great news.

Likewise, is it Barney again?

Green Man wrote:
Not quite the same experience as me. We had a gym teacher when it swimming he pretend to do the register when we stark bollocked naked, it took him forever to do. He could have before we went to the changing rooms or when we were in the pool. I had body dysmorphia up to I was about 30, I didn't even like going to the beach topless as a kid. Even in the Summer months, you would never catch me in shorts in public.
Your gym teacher sounds a real creep. When we had swimming lessons at our local pool, there was complete privacy: the changing rooms had individual cabins with doors and communal showers were taken with swimsuits on. There were showers in our gym department at school but I can't remember them being used. Our gym teachers tended to be feisty but treated the kids decently.

Wyot wrote:
Just a nod to the 99% of hard working teachers who have no sexual interest in their pupils...
Yes, I think that's important to point out. My parents were both teachers and my father had a colleague in another school, a teacher of the same subject, whose life was upended by the false sexual assault allegations of a female pupil, backed up by her mother. The teaching authorities suspended him during their investigation, and eventually cleared him of all misconduct, but he never went back to teaching. I don't know why anyone would want to be a teacher now, especially with recent reports of a high proportion of teachers facing verbal abuse and physical assaults from pupils and pupils generally having far less respect for teachers than they used to.

Looking back when he did the register he kept going over and over it; the girls thought he was dishy. I thought it was a perverted moron, but when I raised the issue to my mother she said he is not like that. He had charisma, and so did Ted Bundy. I don't think it's females that interest him.


I never had any nice experiences with school and I hated every minute of it. I never went to college or university, as I thought it was just more school. I had a job lined up anyway...working in my parents pub.

Then again, I left school and was pretty much jetted off to the USA, arranged by my uncle as the Troubles were getting bad. It's odd he let me go and my family stayed in Ireland, no idea if it was legal or not. I was told not to ask questions and let his friend do the talking. I working for him and the payslips did mention tax deductions. Then my sisters eventually left Ireland and went to England or across Europe to escape Ireland. They will never go back there.

I loved it over in America, and I got a lot of life experience.

I am interested when people talk about their Uni days, as it's something I wish I do at times, but my parents could never have afforded it nor could I deal with being in student debt, which takes years to pay off for books etc, and it has to be their textbooks you have to buy.

I feel sorry for your father's colleague; it must have been horrendous to deal with that, and no one to fight your corner does not help. I don't remember anyone hitting a teacher but I remember a few pupils who could scare teachers, as some pupils could tower over the teachers, not forgetting some pupils' parents were mates with the teachers, or pupils' parents had criminal connections.

Teachers do seem to be the old school bullies, my parents went to parents' evening, my mother said to a teacher in full view. "Do you still bully the crippled?" the teacher went red and started to shake.

Though I liked most of my teachers (I wouldn't have said most of them had been school bullies), I couldn't wait to leave school too, as I didn't like the later years of secondary school much. But I found university completely different and really enjoyed it. We were lucky back then, though, getting grants, not loans, and not getting into debt. There's always the Open University, GM.

If I could turn back time Jo, I would jump going to Uni or college, where I hated school so much I didn't want more education and being told what to do. Then again it was The Troubles that my family arranged for me to leave the country.

I would have joined looking in hindsight and enjoy the last few years of my youth instead of working and trying to make something of myself via business ventures most of them flops but I am ok now, but it's water tight. Hopefully I can retire in a few more years.

My last steady job was pub landlord and working for Majestic Wines, but what Majestic Wines do I do on a much smaller scale. The stress of being a pub landlord can send you to an early grave. I have known landlords that didn't make past 50. It's easier to be in charge of a Freehouse, the pub trade is pretty much on it's knees.

Green Man wrote:
the pub trade is pretty much on it's knees.


Except for the highly successful companies, mentioned here, who can adapt their business models quickly when necessary.

Drinking habits have changed dramatically in recent years, and it's those who react fast that'll survive.

Opening at noon is daft. Loungers PLC (the newish kid on the block, from Bristol) have bucked this trend and will soon be leading, from 14th now!


www.capcon.co.uk/the-uk-pub-sector-insig...p-100-pubcos-report/

No one cares Barney!

You do more stalking than Alex Belfield.

Downing Street Cat wrote:
I've only ever had 2 female teachers. One looked like Rosa Klebb in From Russia with Love and had a similar temperament, the other was like the dwarf at the end of Don't Look Now. Thankfully neither were attracted to me.

The law is the law and must be obeyed and there is definitely a case to be made that someone in command of others like pupils should avoid entanglements.

I cannot recall ever having a female tutor but I do remember 2 teachers.

One was an aged demented English master who seemed to take sheer delight in thrashing young boys (me) with 6 of the best for the slightest infraction.

He used to take a flying run as he crashed a hideous cane down on young lads hands. I have a slightly disjointed knuckle from when I twisted my hand slightly. Years later telling my Mother she said she would have gone and throttled him if she'd only known.

The other memorable one was an
young good looking ex- Olympian gymnast who was ever so friendly and jovial often giving us lads rather camp names in class.

He seemed to love working the parallel bars etc and having us all watch him. He was so friendly he even joined in communal showers !