at Wood Norton
Including DE, TA, Grade 'C' and various SIS and Stereo courses.
Dont forget the course photos at http://www.vtoldboys.com/etd.htm
Mike Jordan remembers:-
Travelling to WN on Sunday in Dick Thrussel's old Moris Minor where when it rained, all the water came in on the Valve radio and de-tuned it.
Lunches in Fladbury with far too much scrumpy (1/6 a pint there) to stay awake in the afternoon.
Evenings in Emley Castle (scrumpy only 9d a pint but tended to have apple cores still in it)
The mad 'Le Mans' start down the drive on Friday evening to beat the traffic jam on the Workman Bridge.
As Comms people, having access to the Control Room to overplug 'Light Programme' ring main with 'Radio Caroline'
And far more!!
Graham Bentley tells of a hazardous journey from Evesham to Wood Norton:-
With apologies to the A10 lot, let me get on my hobbyhorse and say does anyone remember Ken Mcrae?
I still remember coming home from Evesham one night after the nightly "skin-full" and I drew the short straw and was his passenger. In those
days he was the wealthy owner of an MG 1100, so he had my respect, he could always blow my 850 mini into the weeds. Anyway, he said that he
was going to drive "As per the test" I said "Which one, the one you passed or the five you failed?"
So there we were going through Pershore, there was a sharp bend followed by a narrow bridge. I was trying to keep him going by some conversation.
There came a pause where I would normally expect a reply. I looked across and he was asleep.........
Posted 20th October 20:35
Chris Collingham also remembers the above incident:-
I remember it well as I recall I was in the front seat, or maybe that was after we came to a halt!
Posted 20th October 22:17
Mike Steed tells of Anglo-Belgian co-operation at Woodnorton:-
After a night out in Evesham, I missed the bus, but accepted a lift back to WN from an EBU delegate, Ferdinand.
It felt a bit strange sitting in the right hand front seat of his Belgian Renault 4, but I got accustomed to it after a mile or so. But then, after we negotiated one of the bends on the dark road I realised that something wasn't right. Or, to be more accurate, it was much too "right".
Despite the absence of any other traffic at that moment, I really wanted him to grasp the problem quickly, so I addressed him in French:
"Ferdinand, nous sommes en Angleterre. Ici, nous conduissons a gauche!"
With a brief "Merde" (which I assume is Belgian slang for "thank you"), he swerved over to the left lane again.
Posted 24th October 17:45
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