.png)
I suspect that some of my most vivid and lasting life memories are those gathered from my Worksop College experience - long red-bricked corridors; “horse boxes” to work in (your only personal space); men on the moon; decimalisation; the smell of the mud on the rugby pitches; away matches; huge, curtainless windows in the dorms; endless supplies of milk; gravy with white bread; suits on a Sunday; flared jeans and tank tops on a Saturday; getting letters from home; having to write to parents to confess a misdemeanour!
In Portland, we had a little space on the top floor - grandly called the Music Room - with no window, an old sofa, and an even more ancient record player. It had a plywood front and a large round hole to let out the sound. There was a rota, so you could book the room for an hour. But it was here that you developed and nurtured your lifelong music tastes - the exciting early days of Elton John, Neil Young, James Taylor, Cat Stevens, David Bowie - the stuff you still listen to all these years later.
David Greenhalgh
Portland 69-75