“Stop moaning” I am frequently told ! My remedy ? Marmite toast - Yes, in times of trial I often resort to Marmite toast ! I know you either love it or hate it, but it does the trick for me. (The man’s mad !)

Regular readers will have noted that Godfrey Glyn retired from his position as Principal of Barton Peveril College earlier this year. Further you will have seen and read with interest, I’m sure, Godfrey’s articles entitled “Barton Peveril Today” written over the years of our Magazine.

Godfrey had held the post for 12 years and most of these were covered fully by his writings. It was clear to all that as years progressed, Barton Peveril moved forward. Results and College facilities improved throughout those twelve years.

In all that time you will all know of the changes in teaching standards and buildings that have taken place which have enhanced the College immensely. We have been privileged to share and experience them. All that didn’t just happen - it required the tenacity of Godfrey and his team to fulfil their dreams.

It is now time to express the Association’s gratitude to Godfrey for all the help he has given over the years. Officers and committee in particular know how much he has given of his time for us. Described as the “icing on a very substantial and delectable cake”, Godfrey’s award of the OBE is well merited. We congratulate you Godfrey.

In typical fashion Godfrey’s comment on the award was - “It’s a real recognition of the transformation that we’ve made and those changes have been made by teachers, students and governors”.

We all wish you a long, happy, healthy and busy retirement !

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Sheila Dollin (né e West) (1947 - 1952) writes from Goring by Sea (sounds inviting), giving her observations on past Issues which she has been noting for some time...........

Issue No.6. (Photo from Joy Simmons re. Country Dance Club). The photo must have been taken just after I left in 1952 as Joy says: I remember the club was started in 1950 because of the School Exhibition, where we gave a demonstration and then continued mainly because of the popularity of American Square dancing evenings, where boys were allowed in ! The original committee were : June Rawlings, Barbara Philp, Thelma Baker and myself (Thelma was our pianist). We took part in the Hampshire School Dance Festival at North Walls Recreation Ground in Winchester. (I still have some photographs of that day - 30th June 1951, but they do not reproduce very well).

Issue No. 8. I was roped in by “Little Will” to enter the “Design for a Village Sign” in 1951 - although strictly speaking I wasn’t a member of the YFC - and gained a first place. Secretary at that time was Valerie White whose family were friends of my mother. Val’s grandmother was a Yorkshire woman and taught my mother the “proper” way to make Yorkshire teacakes, a recipe I still use today.

Issue No. 15. (Re. the photo of IVH). I also have a copy of this photo taken by “Little Will” at the Derby Road end of the school playground close to the Headmaster’s Office. The girl referred to as “Maureen Beck” was infact, Maureen Blake, who lived opposite me in Chadwick Road. Her family looked after me when our house was badly damaged during the war. A bomb made a direct hit on the house backing on to ours, taking out not only the other half of the semi-detached, but two houses either side and two more over the road. We lost our back roof and upper windows with the whole house being badly shaken. My bed, under the window, had a whole concrete lintel deposited on it. We had no electricity or running water so the Blake family let us use their bathroom and toilet also enabling us to cook something in their kitchen until things were cleared sufficiently for us to use the house again.

Issue No. 21. (John Wallace’s piece). You can see there is a bit more than “the odd bomb dropped on the Railway Works and stray ones in surrounding fields”. The first bomb to drop on Eastleigh took out my Grandparent’s house at 219 Chamberlayne Road, killing my Grandmother and putting my Grandfather in Hospital for several months (including a recovery period at Hursley House, not IBM). Another name and face in that photograph also brings back memories for me. John Hunt who married Barbara Hockey, moved to Doncaster Road, next door to my husband’s family and was best man at our wedding in 1959. The last we heard of him was in Exeter. Anybody know where he is now ?

Issue No. 28. (Myra Merritt’s memories of “Percy”). Mr. Percival was always my favourite English teacher. I remember him glancing over any notes at the bottom of pages in “Paradise Lost” and/or various Shakespeare plays and then telling us not to bother checking out the references as we wouldn’t find them very illuminating, accompanied with a wink. So, of course, we all did, hoping to find them somewhat salacious.- they never were, of course, but at least we read them ! I too remember Mr. Harvey complaining about the necessary pause in concerts while turning the record over. I still find myself anticipating the break when playing CDs. He took me into the School Choir because I could sight read and didn’t have a voice which would drown out the better singers. I also recall the Music Festivals in Winchester Guildhall - and still have some programmes ! - with guest conductors for the massed choirs who really pushed us to our limits. We also joined other choirs at Christmas and sang in Romsey Abbey. One year it was Vaughn Williams’ “”Fantasia on Christmas Cards”, a totally magical experience.

Issue No. 31. (Garry Barclay’s Christmas Post Office job). I did a two week stint in the Post Office in 1950 but didn’t find it very cost effective, although I did enjoy the tea and mince pies handed out if I had to knock on a door for a registered parcel. The only problem with that if there were several of them in a morning I had to request the use of a toilet somewhere along the round. These were located outside the backdoor usually and were furnished with cut up newspaper squares, rather than toilet paper. My final day (Christmas Day) was very wet and just as I was cycling back to the PO the heavens opened and I was soaked to the skin. Unfortunately my skirt was made from an old one of my mothers and dyed deep red to make it look fresh. (Make do and mend was still going well after the end of the war). The dye ran badly and I appeared at the door looking as if I had taken part in a chain-saw massacre, dripping “blood” everywhere. All the money I earned that year was spent on buying not only a skirt but new underwear as everything was tinted a delicate pink in blobs and splashes !

Lastly, does anyone remember going to Southampton Technical College on one day a week to take Chemistry and Physics practical classes ? We travelled by bus, then walked across the Parks to St. Mary’s Street. I think it was during 1951/52. I left soon after but continued to attend the College on Friday afternoons/Saturday mornings, during which time I remember seeing the Skylon (from the Festival of Britain) being constructed at the rear of the college. When I’ve mentioned this to friends who still live in Southampton, I’m told I dreamed it because they don’t remember it at all. But, I’m sure I saw it there and that it was eventually taken down again and shipped to America. Someone please tell me I’m not going round the bend !!

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Stan Fray (1941 - 1943) has responded to my plea for stories of what happened after our time at ECHS and has given much thought to relating his memories. Before that however, although he (quote) “usually keeps his head down”, he is moved to take up the comments about Arthur Sansbury by Peter Tull. He suspects that “Peter wrote them to shake people, like me, out of their dreamy old age and write to you”. He has been very successful ! The words, “Little Will Sansbury was the worst teacher I have ever encountered” came as a great surprise to me. It is possible that his teaching deteriorated as he aged but in the early 40’s he was definitely not the worst. I remember, at first, being a little frightened of Little Will who seemed to me to be very strict. I felt some apprehension when going past Mr. Moore’s office and turning right into the Geography Room. I always sat at the back with Keith Holes, trying not to be seen. However he did cover an enormous amount of geography during my two years at ECHS. I still have the exercise books to prove it. The lessons must have been interesting for I can still recall two occasions. Firstly, farming in Australia when the use of electricity on farms was raised - and why. Secondly, the canning industry in America and what Americans said, “We eat what we can and we can what we can’t”.

The fact that these occasions have stuck so firmly in my mind indicates to me that the lessons were not boring and that Little Will could not have been the “worst teacher in the school”. He did have some funny ways though. The front of his desk was always covered with books and he would talk to us from a sitting position behind this pile so that he was almost invisible. He was, too, one of the few masters who always wore an academic gown. Sam Bodey and Mr. Judson did but I do not recall many of the others wearing gowns. Amongst the ladies I think only Miss Langford (French teacher) wore her gown.

I eventually came to enjoy geography and looked forward to crossing the playground to the extension building. In this building there was the Science Lab. (I enjoyed science with Sam Bodey but not biology with Miss Musselwhite) and the handy-craft room where Mr. Almond taught us woodwork. He allowed Keith Holes and I to eat our sandwiches in the handy-craft room, continuing with our woodwork during the rest of the lunch period. During this time we got to know Little Will very well as he would have his sandwiches there and build his excellent scale model sailing ships during the lunch time. He told us over lunch that he has starting teaching in southern Wales and had learnt the language. We were told the meaning of “Aber” and why it appeared in the names of many Welsh coastal towns and much more which I did not really understand at the time. He was, we were told, an auxiliary fireman and during the blitz on London the Eastleigh fire services were called to London to help. During this time he was missing for several days so I must assume I was informed correctly.

I went to ECHS after two years at Taunton’s School in Southampton. At the beginning of the war Tauntons was evacuated but I did not want to join them in Bournemouth. I may sound disloyal to ECHS but when I arrived I was shocked by the differences. The discipline and teaching at Tauntons was on a much higher level than at Eastleigh and it was difficult for me to come to terms with the more relaxed atmosphere. But I did find that Little Will’s classes were more enjoyable than most. However I must agree with Peter Tull on the matter of homework. I cannot remember ever having to hand in homework to be marked.

The teaching could not have been too bad though. I went on to obtain a science degree, working at a Government research establishment and retiring as a Principal Scientific Officer. I then took an Open University BA and discovered History and Philosophy again. The reason that I did not respond to Peter Tull’s comments before was that I was finishing a thesis for a Master of Arts degree in History. I am to receive my certificate at Worcester Cathedral on 5^th November - wouldn’t Miss Talbot be surprised for I was rubbish in her history classes at ECHS. Sorry Miss Talbot but at the age of 83 I have, at last, appreciated some of the things you were telling us about. Your readers may wonder why I bothered to obtain a worthless MA in History at my age. I can only assume that ECHS taught me more than I thought at the time and one of these was , probably, that knowledge is never actually wasted. In any case I have been kidding myself that I was helping to keep Alzheimer’s at bay !!

Thank you Stan - for your information you received your last Bartonian because every few years we try to contact as many of you as possible that may have forgotten to renew membership or just “lost touch”. Hope you will stay with us, adding to our numbers and ensuring that you get three Bartonians each year - you can even stir up some more ECHS memories for future editions. Thank you again. Ed.

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My memory of Mr. Cox differs from that of most pupils at Eastleigh County High School. I came to this country in 1947 and as I had passed the equivalent of the 11+ in France, it did not seem to matter to the “powers that be” that I did not know a word of English. I was petrified of Pop Stone and did not feel much better when Mrs. Stone came in the classroom. However, when the door burst open and Mr. Cox entered, followed by his flowing bat cape, I knew I could relax.

Pupils were asked to read French aloud. I found listening to the slow pace a bit frustrating and I would often quietly read and lose my place as I was several pages ahead. Mr. Cox would sometimes ask me to join in and when I found the correct place I would rattle on. Maybe he wanted my fellow pupils to hear someone of their own age speak French fluently, or maybe he realised that I did not get many opportunities to open my mouth without struggling for the next word. I will never know, but I’d like to think that it was the latter.

John (Jean) Cramoysan. (1947 - 1951)

In 1952 Gordon decided to get a reel to reel tape recorder to assist in French oral and to raise money he got all of us to bring our old newspapers to school as there was no funding for such equipment (how different from today !). At that time there was a firm in Southampton who would collect old paper and give good money for it, based on weight. When we asked where the paper would be stored Gordon said he would use the air raid shelters which stood in the school field. When we pointed out that the shelters were very damp he said, “Good - the paper will weigh more !” David Lowton. (1948 - 1953)

Gordon Cox was a popular and well respected teacher. He was always a cheerful presence at Reunion events. My condolences to all his family. Kathleen Gilkes (né e Roots). (1948 - 1953).

I was sorry to hear the news that Gordon Cox had recently died, although I was never actually taught by him. I was taught by the more formidable Miss Graham ! She once caught me wearing blue mascara which I was ordered to wash off at once and our Form Tutor, Mr. Bulmer was instructed to “gaze into my eyes” (his phrase), each morning to check I wasn’t re-offending - but that’s another story.

I do however have an abiding memory of Gordon. That was to see him dashing down corridors and round corners at great speed clutching a pile of books with his gown, (which for some inexplicable reason seemed to be in shreds),flapping behind him. He always seemed to be in a hurry to be somewhere else and I’m sure would have looked quite at home at Hogworts School. I was also one of the pupils in the first twinning group to go to Villneuve St. Georges in 1962 and stayed with a lovely girl whose father was a doctor. My friend Janita and I were both in the Pirates of Penzance (chorus only !) which was great fun. We did our best to blend in around the back of the stage and mimed when the notes got too high !

I also managed to get my Gold Duke of Edinburgh’s award thanks to Gordon and Mrs. Brown the school secretary. My mother bought me a Mary Quant suit and “op art” beret to wear to the Palace when I got my Certificate - a day to be remembered. Gordon was certainly one of those amazing teachers you never forget - he will be much missed. Jean Sheppard (né e Dews) (1957 - 1967).

I called to see Gordon when I was in England last June/July and I’m so glad now that I did in view of the sad news of his death. Gordon Cox was one of those rare teachers, some 50/60 years ago who actually encouraged learning instead of just shoving it down your throat on a “learn this” basis which seemed to be the style of a number of his contemporaries.

I recall him taking the trouble to come down to Southampton Docks to see a group of us off to spend a few weeks with French families at Easter 1948. I remember it because he had that afternoon been struck badly in the mouth whilst keeping goal for the Adastrian hockey team and as a result he was in a bit of a mess and had difficulty talking. Michael Arnold (1945 - 1953), 12,000 miles away in Australia

Dennis Hickman (1937 - 1942) phoned from his home in Lymington to express his sadness at Gordon’s passing. It is clear that there is a wide range of School years sending their condolences - tribute to Gordon’s universal appeal. It is fair to say that Gordon was indeed unique - we will miss his presence.

………and lastly in our tributes to Gordon, Pat Dodd (né e Thomas) writes………Recalling memories of Mr. Cox has prompted me - finally - to write for the magazine. I owe a lot to Mr. Cox because he taught me French so well that I can still read French and speak it well enough to get by in France and I was at school from 1945 to 1952. He always encouraged us to go to France, but my mother was very much against it, being over-protective, even when Mr. Cox took a group to stay in a hotel, I was not allowed to go. When Mr. Cox found out that I wanted to go to France he talked my parents round on the grounds it would greatly improve my education. He calculated that three weeks in France, speaking French all the time with eight hours sleeping per day was roughly equivalent to 5 years of French lessons at school. This persuaded my parents to let me go to France, but my mother did not realise this was not a hotel, accompanied, but an exchange. I went with Doris Clarke-Jones and three other girls. We were supposed to go to London and stay overnight in a hotel, catching the boat train next morning. My mother would not let me stay overnight in London so Doris caught the train in London while I was staying at home overnight, meeting her at the boat train. During the evening Doris’s mother came round to our house with things that Doris had forgotten and all the anxieties reappeared.

My parents and I left by car at 5 o’clock in the morning to catch a train leaving at 8am. My mother had bought so many clothes for me (so I did not need to do any washing for three weeks, not giving my hostess any work) that I could hardly lift my suitcase. My case was put on the train for me but at Dover I was struggling to get it to the ferry when I was lucky that two soldiers offered to carry it on the boat for me. They met up with me again in Dieppe and carried my case again into the Customs Hall. They had gone on ahead and when I arrived in the Customs Hall I could not see them or my case. Luckily Doris and I were staying with families who knew each other and lived in the same village. The other three girls, including Margaret (Sandy) Greaves, caught the boat train to Paris. My mother would have had a fit if she had known. She thought we were being met by a teacher from the French school. After a while Doris met her family and they stayed with us until my family arrived. Now I knew the panic was over. We had to wait until the Customs Hall was almost empty and there, up in a corner, was a porter carefully guarding my suitcase. He would not part with it to my family without a tip and I had no French money as all my money was in travellers’ cheques. My parents had never been abroad before, people didn’t much in 1950. My host paid the porter and off we went, but from that day I have never travelled overseas without some small change in the currency of the country I was visiting.

Many years later as a teacher we were taking a school party to Switzerland, travelling by coach with an overnight stay in Luxembourg. I had my £5 of each currency including Luxembourg francs which came in useful when it was needed by the party organiser.

The exchange organised by Mr. Cox was life changing because my pen-friend came back to England to stay with us the following year and brought her 11 year old cousin with her. He had been my interpreter while on my first visit although he could not speak English and I had to speak to him in French. On my second visit to my pen-friend I was taken to Paris to spend a week with her aunt. When our son was taking his ’O’ level in French, he went to stay with my pen-friend with whom we had kept in touch and we still correspond, thanks to Gordon Cox.

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The Battle of Trafalgar was fought on 21^st October 1805. The British Royal Navy fleet comprised 27 ships and the opposing fleet of the French Navy together with the Spanish fleet had 33 ships. True, all this was long before Health and Safety considerations but one of our contributors has set the scene for today …………….

Hardy: “Aye, aye sir”.

Hardy: “Sorry sir !”

Hardy: “Admiralty policy, I’m afraid, sir. We’re an equal opportunities employer now. We had the devil’s own job getting “England” past the censors, lest it be considered racist”.

Hardy: “Sorry sir. All naval vessels have now been designated smoke-free working environments”.

Hardy: “The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. It’s part of the Government’s policy on binge drinking”.

Hardy: “I think you’ll find that there’s a 4 knot speed limit in this stretch of water”.

Hardy: “That won’t be possible, sir”.

Hardy: Health and Safety have closed the crow’s nest, sir. No harness, and they said that rope ladders don’t meet regulations. They won’t let anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected”.

Hardy: “He’s busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the foredeck, Admiral”.

Hardy: “Health and Safety again, sir. We have to provide a barrier-free environment for the differently abled”

Hardy: “Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under represented in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency”.

Hardy: “A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and Safety won’t let the crew up the rigging without hard hats. They don’t want anyone breathing in too much salt either - haven’t you seen the adverts ?”

Hardy: “The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral”.

Hardy: “It’s not that , sir. It’s just that they are afraid of being charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There’s a couple of legal-aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks”.

Hardy: “Actually, sir, we’re not”

Hardy: “No, sir. The French and the Spanish are our European partners now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn’t even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for compensation”.

Hardy: “I wouldn’t let the ship’s diversity co-ordinator hear you saying that, sir. You’ll be up on a disciplinary report”.

Hardy: “Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural age. Now put on your Kevlar vest, it’s the rules. It could save your life”.

Hardy: “As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu ! There’s a ban on corporal punishment too, sir”.

Hardy: “I believe that is now legal, sir”.

Twenty three Old Barts and their partners assembled for a Spanish Theme lunch on Wednesday 12^th November. The food was excellent and, at only £7.00 a head for a three course meal, great value for money. There were four choices for each course. The students went to great efforts to make this a special occasion for everyone.

Others who attended included John & Barbara Barron Snr., Anne Chapple, Cecil Churcher, Mary Cordell, Biddy Cull, Margaret Greenfield, Ken Griffin, Pat Hardy, Ann Jacobs, David & Margaret Jeffries, Olive Pounds, Elizabeth Rolfe, Winnie Sedgwick, and Margaret Worthy.

A big thanks to Kathleen Clarke for suggesting this venue to us. We shall now be making this a regular event - see attached booking form for details. JCB

Many, many years ago I was told by a very reliable source how it suddenly appeared out of the blue, to replace the usual WC, Washroom, Pass water, Lav or Bog etc, depending on one's upbringing ! I have reason to believe it is the closest explanation to the truth we will ever get.

Apparently Queen Mary was irritated by the young Princess's Elizabeth and Margaret, constantly asking to go to the toilet when they visited her. Possibly the mischievous Margaret did it on purpose to escape from boredom?

Mary, the Queen Grandmother then devised a very clever solution with a 'play on words'. Whenever guests were present she wanted it to be less obvious where the girls wanted to go, so they were told to use the word 'Jubilee'. However they soon shortened it to "Loo" How the abbreviated word escaped from Buckingham Palace is any-ones guess.

A little later I heard another theory from a similar source which could also be true. The Princess's used their own word between themselves and Nanny - Waterloo !

In those days, travel to the Royal palaces of Windsor and Osborne meant going by the Royal Train over LSWR lines from Waterloo station to their own station below Windsor Castle, or to Gosport for the ferry to the Isle of Wight.

P. Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

M. Auto-land not installed on this aircraft !

P. Something loose in cockpit.

M. Something tightened in cockpit.

P. Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.

M. Evidence removed !

P. Number 3 engine missing.

M. Engine found on right wing after brief search !

P. Noise coming from under instrument panel - sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.

M. Took hammer away from midget ! Do I feel more contented now ?!

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Teacher: Maria, go to the map and find North America.

Maria: Here it is.

Teacher: Correct. Now, class, who discovered America ?

Class: Maria !

Teacher: Henry, How do you spell “crocodile” ?

Henry: “K - R - O - K - O - D - I - A - L “.

Teacher: No, that’s wrong.

Henry: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spelt it !

Teacher: John, what is the chemical formula for water ?

John: H I J K L M N O.

Teacher: What are you talking about ?

John: I don’t follow - yesterday you said it was H to O !

Teacher: George Washington not only chopped down his father’s cherry tree, but also admitted it.

Now Louis, do you know why he wasn’t punished ?

Louis: Was it because George still had the axe in his hand ?

The roundest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

The butcher backed into his meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.

A hole has been found in the wall of the nudist camp. The police are looking into it.

Atheism is a non-prophet organisation.

A backward poet writes inverse.

Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

Try the following definitions…………

CANNIBAL…….Someone who is fed up with people. DUST….Mud with the juice squeezed out.

EGOTIST…Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.

TOMORROW….One of the greatest labour saving devices of today.

WRINKLES…..Something other people have, similar to my character lines.

SECRET…..Something you tell to one person at a time.

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I was delayed the other Saturday morning when the newsagent had to stop serving me to answer a ‘phone call. The conversation went like this…….”But Madam, today is Saturday - your Sunday paper won’t be delivered until tomorrow “! There followed a brief pause…..”I’ll bet that’s why no one was in church today too !”

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A doctor examined a woman, took the husband aside and said, “I don’t like the looks of your wife at all”.

“Me neither, Doc” said the husband, “But she’s a great cook and really good with the kids”.

Two chaps were discussing popular family trends on sex, marriage and their values. One said, “I didn’t sleep with my wife before we got married, did you?”, The other replied, “I’m not sure, what was her maiden name?”

A blonde calls Delta Airlines and asks, “Can you tell me how long it’ll take to fly from San Francisco to New York ?”. The agent replies, “Just a minute…………” “Thank you”, said the blonde, and hangs up !

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A young couple invited their elderly rector round for a Sunday dinner in the interests of friendship. While they were in the kitchen preparing the meal, the rector asked their young son what they were having for their meal.

“Goat”, the little replied. “Goat?” the rector replied, quite startled. “Are you sure about that?” “Oh yes”, said the youngster, “I heard Dad say to Mum, “Today is just as good as any to have the old goat for dinner”.

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Wise words ! If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you’ve not tried before !

My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance !

For every action, there is an equal and opposite government policy !

If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip !

A balanced diet is a Macdonald’s in each hand !

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Why not try some of these “old” jokes !!!

Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much but the reception was excellent.

Two peanuts walked into a bar and one was a salted.

Two cannibals were eating a clown. One said to the other: “Does this taste funny to you ?”

“Doctor, I can’t stop singing “The green, green grass of home”.

“That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome to me” replied the doctor.

“Is it common?” “Well, it’s not unusual”.

An invisible man married an invisible woman - their children were nothing to look at either.

A man rushed into the doctor’s shouting “Doctor, I think I am shrinking !”

The doctor calmly responded, “Now, settle down and wait your turn. You’ll have to be a little patient”.

A thief broke into the local police station and stole all the lavatory equipment. At a subsequent press conference a spokesman was quoted as saying, “We have absolutely nothing to go on”.

I had amnesia once - or was it twice ! I used to be indecisive - now I’m not so sure !

If swimming is so good for your figure, how do you explain whales !

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Why men don’t write advice columns…..Dear John, The other day I set off for work leaving my husband at home. I had not gone far when my engine conked out so I had to walk back home for my husband’s help. When I got back I couldn’t believe my eyes - there was my husband making love to my next door neighbour. I am 32, my husband 34 and we have been married for 12 years. When I confronted him he admitted that there had been an affair going on for the past six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him. Since he had been made redundant from his job he says that he has been feeling increasingly depressed. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. I don’t feel I can get through to him any more.

Can you please help ?

Reply……Dear Sheila, A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the jubilee clips holding the vacuum pipes onto the inlet manifold. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburettor float chamber.

I so hope that this will solve your problem. Sincerely, John.

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Lastly, for the golfers among you, here are some terms you may not have heard before……..

An Adolf Hitler - taking two shots in a bunker.

A Bin Laden - driven out, never to be found again.

An O.J.Simpson - somehow got away with it.

An Arthur Scargill - a great strike but a poor result.

A Diego Maradonna - nasty five footer.

A Tony Blair - too much spin.

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Lunch at the Red Carpet Restaurant, Eastleigh College (previously known as the Tech College) at 12.00 noon on 29^th Jan, 25^th Feb, 20^th March, 22^nd April, and 12^th June. Maximum 30. The food is prepared and served by catering students and is excellent value for money. Parking is a problem, so it would be better to park a distance from the College and walk in. Partners and friends are welcome. Booking form attached.

Annual Dinner at Chilworth Manor on Friday 15^th May , 2009.

AGM & Reunion at Barton Peveril College on Saturday 16^th May, 2009.

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In this Issue: My sincere thanks go to the following who have made a contribution to these 14 pages !

Michael Arnold, John Cramoysan, Pat Dodd, Sheila Dollin, Stan Fray, Kathleen Gilkes, Dennis Hickman, David Lowton, Richard Peacock, Jonathan Prest , Jean Sheppard and Jessica Spinney.

send your copy to 9 Bolderwood Close, Eastleigh. SO50 8PG. Please don’t let me down.

The Committee looks forward to seeing

you during 2009.

Friday 15th May - Our Annual Dinner

Saturday 16th May - Reunion & AGM.

Please support us by being there !