A photo showing the front of my old secondary school. It has some rather peculiar tilework on the front of this block. You can see the windows of the assembly hall under the yellow tiles - the last time I was in there was to sit an exam.
It's only once you've left school that you can begin to appreciate the fun you had - dangling fellow classmates out of windows by their ankles; buying crisps and Mars Bars from the 6th Form tuck shop for 3rd Formers one day, and refusing to do it the next; watching school caretakers shovelling water off the all-weather pitches into plastic dustbins during one incredibly boring maths lesson.
I send my son there now and the all-weather pitches look exactly as they used to. Bet the drainage is still non-existant too.
