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Martin O'Sullivan |  |
| 1981 - 1985 |
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Birthday 13th September 1968
Relatives who attended Salvo |
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Martin O'Sullivan | |
| 1981 - 1985 |
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Birthday 13th September 1968
Relatives who attended Salvo |
Post Salvo
I manage to pass myself off as an Electrical Designer in the Semi-conductor
industry. I work for the demon Intel Corporation in a quiet little town
called Marlborough, about 30 miles west of Boston, Massachusetts in the good
'ole US of A. I have been here since March '00 on a temporary assignment. My
usual place of abode is Gorey, Co. Wexford in Ireland. It was where I was
born and I moved back there four years ago. After leaving Salvo I got myself
an apprenticeship with an engineering company in Sudbury, did my time and
went out to earn some real cash with various companies on fixed term
contracts. My journies took me to Scotland where I met the missus and we
have two beautiful children, Shannon was born April 9th 1995 and Sean popped
along May 13th 1997. I got offered the job in Ireland shortly after he was
born and decided to give the Celtic Tiger a go. Then they offered the job
out here and after long consideration (about three seconds) I decided to
take their generous offer. Nice place but a bit nippy in the winter.
Interests
Generally football (european) and beer consumption. I am a devotee to my
only Chelsea, who I spent many a desperate year following up and down the
country taking in sights as beautiful as Rotherham and who can possibly
forget the lovely odour the eminates from Grimsby. I move away from London
and the club witness some success, bloody typical. Thankfully they have got
back to the Chelsea we know and love this season. I am also a devotee to
Guinness, of which I try to consume as much as possible, you even get a
reasonable pint in the US - sometimes. I also like the old game of rugger,
of which I am proud to say I wore the shirt of the Salvatorian, God we were
rubbish - a lot of fun though - greatest triumph was beating Rooks Heath by
a cricket score while their score registered at 0! My rugby team is Wasp's,
who I was horrified to see move to QPR... sacrilage! I also follow the
fortunes of London Irish Rugby Club and of coarse the Pride of Paradise -
Celtic - the Hun rule no more!
Best Memories Of Salvo
I was there from 1981-1985 and basically the school trip to Germany has to
be it, getting pissed in some place called Baden Baden, rooms of certain
individuals (not I, I hasten to add) being searched by the geography teacher
with the Italian name and good old
Bod. What a star he was. Tommy Broderick
thinking it was funny to do a Nazi salute to a passing police car and making
a rather rapid exit when they didn't see the funny side. Sean O'Neill
getting out of the log ride at Fantasialand and nearly not making it back
in. Tommy also nearly falling in the chinese lake when we had the bright
idea of changing boats with Sean O'Neill and Paul Loughlin.
Also most of the teacher's, Davis the art teacher was a lovely bloke, had a few pints with him a few year's after leaving in some pub in Harrow Weald. Paddy Ruane's board rubber throwing was awesome, as long as you were not the intended victim and Mick Moss nearly taking Strobbo's head off with a discus on sports day. I'd never seen a human being turn the colour that Strobbo did that day. For some reason he disqualified Mick. Bayross's suit's were ... well ... interesting. And of coarse anyone who went to the school in our era will remember Wendy Henderson. Nuff said.
Worst Memories Of Salvo
Not too many thankfully,
Doc Lewis obviously, a consumate bastard if ever
there was one. The most evil individual I can say I have ever met.
Father Adrian was as complete an a**ehole
as you could get as well. I never met a
"teacher" more useless with kid's. Put half our year in detention one time,
our whole class for attempting to answer a question by putting our hands
up, Mr Wherley - the deputy headmaster - went ballistic, there were so many
in detention that Adrian had to use the dinner hall, Wherley made the quite
reasonable request as to what we had done, we told him so he bollocked
Adrian and sent us all home.
Mrs. Broderick's perfume was truly brutal. Nice
woman though.
Father Eric had his moments of mindless violence too. Smashed
the desktop down on to a lad's head one day for searching for his books for
a nano-second too long.
Mr. Davis the french teacher was an idiot too,
probably didn't like Tommy Broderick goose stepping into his class and
ordering Paris to surrender, mind you I must thank him. He is the reason I
took German and ended up in
Wendy's class, as I recall German became a very
popular choice after she joined the teaching staff.
Most Liked Teachers
Mr Davis the art teacher - Keith I think his first
name was - wins hand's
down for me. He was passionate about his subject and I always wondered how
he could see what you were doing when he was facing the opposite
direction... those immortal words "I CAN SEE YOU BOY!" while facing the
other way and being able to point to the exact individual responsible.
Mr Hoskins in CDT was a true gent.
He taught me at St. Anselms too.
Mrs Grafton
in Maths was a lovely woman, Maths equivalent to Mrs Griffith's. Shame about
Mrs Griffiths, she taught at the school until about
'84 and died shortly
after retirement.
Mr Raleigh was a character as well, a bit prone to fits of
violent rages though. And last but not least ...
Wendy.
Most Disliked Teachers
Doc without a doubt, the master sadist himself.
He got his car vandalised
one time by leaving fifth former's, I don't think there was an ounce of
sympathy for him, even amongst the teacher's.
Mr Brown, whoever interviewed
that useless wa***r should be shot. If teaching was paid on ability he would
have to give money to the school.
Fr. Adrian was a walking reason as to why
a man should not be a teacher just because he is a priest, fortunately they
didn't let him near anything more dangerous than music. Didn't like
Bod much
either, don't know why, he was just slimey.
Jenko was... well we know what
Jenko was.
Summary
I had a good time at Salvo. I met some great fellas and it gave me a
reasonably good education. The teacher's in general were nice people with a
few notable exceptions. They tried to get us lot some qualifications to
tackle the world with. We were a right bunch of smartarses, I don't know how
they didn't at least attempt to kill one of us (Doc the exception). I went
back to see a few of them a couple of year's after leaving, met with
Monty -
he was head when we were there - and he seemed really chuffed we went back
to see them. He must have mellowed during our time because he was nothing
like the man I have read about on the website. I have memories of the place
that will last forever, mostly good. I was over there in '99 just going past
while visiting my mother, shame to see it looking more like Pentonville
Prison than a school. Sign of the times I suppose.
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