tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post6199676105959806234..comments2024-02-17T17:55:18.229+00:00Comments on Eternally 28: Junior DiscoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-80992923632235647512016-02-13T19:47:02.017+00:002016-02-13T19:47:02.017+00:00At my all girls' secondary, we didn't have...At my all girls' secondary, we didn't have discos!! Just joint operas with the boys' school. Exactly the same happened though! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-13409624417725021322016-02-13T19:45:31.315+00:002016-02-13T19:45:31.315+00:00Our school secretary has that covered - she patrol...Our school secretary has that covered - she patrols the dance floor all evening, black rubbish sack in hand!! We are supposed to be a 'healthy school' but what child is going to want to buy bags of carrot sticks? Ours eat those hideous mechanically removed 'meat' hotdogs too<br />Bleeurgh! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-12890438289963239462016-02-12T17:46:40.007+00:002016-02-12T17:46:40.007+00:00Oh gosh! The school disco! We only had them at s...Oh gosh! The school disco! We only had them at secondary school, I went to an all girls. The boys school would come and stand on one side and we stood on the other and just ignored each other! What fun hey! Happy Valentines! xxAmy at love made my homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17111180584250029433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-27018857462606759262016-02-12T08:57:42.603+00:002016-02-12T08:57:42.603+00:00You've managed to describe every school disco ...You've managed to describe every school disco down to a T, especially the boys running around the girls in groups. No sweets at Amy's discos, the head of PTA decreed it. However, she would quite happily go out and buy the cheapest tins of donkey dogs she could find, you know the ones where there's 100 in a tin for 20p! I never minded helping out at anything, it was the flipping hour added on at the end for clearing up that used to be the straw that broke the proverbial. xx Everyday life at Number 38https://www.blogger.com/profile/12945846951398052455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-34330078360570415512016-02-12T08:03:52.743+00:002016-02-12T08:03:52.743+00:00It'll probably be EXACTLY the same too! I thin...It'll probably be EXACTLY the same too! I think it's a rite of passage - to have been a child at one, and to have been a helper at one! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-9601230165643327182016-02-12T08:02:54.850+00:002016-02-12T08:02:54.850+00:00YES! Hahahaha!!! YES! Hahahaha!!! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-71345763576971876272016-02-12T08:02:35.489+00:002016-02-12T08:02:35.489+00:00I'm glad there are only three a year!!I'm glad there are only three a year!! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-39020876171616447182016-02-12T08:01:58.799+00:002016-02-12T08:01:58.799+00:00It just gives you the best feelings! Though your l...It just gives you the best feelings! Though your latest haul was a rock bottom priced winner! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-49404070329949420512016-02-12T08:01:12.496+00:002016-02-12T08:01:12.496+00:00It's still making me laugh!!It's still making me laugh!! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-26564104755528133032016-02-12T08:00:52.615+00:002016-02-12T08:00:52.615+00:00No chance of boys dancing with girls at Primary! B...No chance of boys dancing with girls at Primary! But I'm chuckling at the Dad's thwarting the potential young love at your discos!! Rachel Flowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875808936389030446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-72620783925982879332016-02-12T07:25:25.788+00:002016-02-12T07:25:25.788+00:00Oh no! The school disco. I have memories of sellin...Oh no! The school disco. I have memories of selling fizz and packets of crisps to red faced, overheated children while some awful music gets pounded into my very soul. Thank you for the reminder. I have a few years left before the experience faces me once more. XJuleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08580391460678291981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-88654623408388122712016-02-12T06:37:52.722+00:002016-02-12T06:37:52.722+00:00I used to help at school discos when Lou was at Ju...I used to help at school discos when Lou was at Junior School. The best bit was when you handed the sugar crazed darlings back to the horrified parents. Retribution towards those who never volunteered to do any of the fundraising!!! x lovelygreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03864666054403517265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-14831776639058230902016-02-11T22:17:51.802+00:002016-02-11T22:17:51.802+00:00Hehehe. So true! A brilliant rendering of primary ...Hehehe. So true! A brilliant rendering of primary aged discos xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-67920329874337474002016-02-11T20:45:52.017+00:002016-02-11T20:45:52.017+00:00Sounds like most wedding "evening do" th...Sounds like most wedding "evening do" that I have been to, only the boys are older and the girls are slurping back trifle/cheesecake washed down with fizz. I have had some decent bargains this week and may score some tomorrow.<br />Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18406981075860636289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-57166501332895998372016-02-11T20:04:53.394+00:002016-02-11T20:04:53.394+00:00The guys in worked loved the 'my arm has faint...The guys in worked loved the 'my arm has fainted', from last time.Poppypatchworkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12749159567150084975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-68393376040798728652016-02-11T19:22:55.982+00:002016-02-11T19:22:55.982+00:00I can remember all the Dad's coming to pick us...I can remember all the Dad's coming to pick us up, my Dad included standing along the back wall waiting for the disco to finish. It use to ruin the "last dance" The one where the lad had summoned up the courage to ask you for!Bridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12545418260169484456noreply@blogger.com