This is a Reunion Website for students of St Peter's School in Southbourne, The Convent of the Cross in Boscombe, and St Mary's Gate School in Southbourne
The trick with this site is to start at the bottom and work up -- advice provided by Ginge Creagh (many years ago in one of his finer moments !) that has come in very handy on innumerable occasions over the last half century
This brings back so many goo memories.This team was successful , if memory serves. It was the first time we had aproper manager,Bro. Geoffrey.Kevin Haren left in '67 and was dead by '71- bad acid trip.Kevin Murphy trained to be a Benedictine monk,left.and was married by '74 Simon gosney .very good goalkeeper,.
I was at St Peters 1961-1963 (I left to become a weekly boarder at an RC school near Exeter.) My favorite teacher was Brother Luke, who once chased me around the classroom with a cane until I gave up and used my handkerchief as a blindfold and held my hand out to be whacked, when he started laughing and let me off. The only St Peters boy I kept in touch with was Mike Worsley who also lived in the west country, and we stayed friends throughout our lives. Ironic really as we had very different paths through life. He joined the Grenadier Guards and went on into the SAS, and I became a hippy and led a colourful life travelling and doing all sorts of things, eventually ending up as a project manager in various local authority renovation schemes. Sadly Mike died a couple of years ago aged 69. Patrick Anslow.
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This brings back so many goo memories.This team was successful , if memory serves. It was the first time we had aproper manager,Bro. Geoffrey.Kevin Haren left in '67 and was dead by '71- bad acid trip.Kevin Murphy trained to be a Benedictine monk,left.and was married by '74 Simon gosney .very good goalkeeper,.
I was at St Peters 1961-1963 (I left to become a weekly boarder at an RC school near Exeter.) My favorite teacher was Brother Luke, who once chased me around the classroom with a cane until I gave up and used my handkerchief as a blindfold and held my hand out to be whacked, when he started laughing and let me off. The only St Peters boy I kept in touch with was Mike Worsley who also lived in the west country, and we stayed friends throughout our lives. Ironic really as we had very different paths through life. He joined the Grenadier Guards and went on into the SAS, and I became a hippy and led a colourful life travelling and doing all sorts of things, eventually ending up as a project manager in various local authority renovation schemes. Sadly Mike died a couple of years ago aged 69. Patrick Anslow.
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