This be the land of Maam and Shakes. Of punt off, cack, bogs,fudge and mateys. Of pine triangles and charmettes ( now late charmettes, damn Fuse to Hell!). This be the world where machans interact with thriceborns ( the word had its genesis at one of the housepicnics). This is the place where SHY girls and hot Monty teachers (oxymoron? Aw come on, we had a few ) will mate with certain Monty guys ( is there any truth to these tales?) Murders,(suicides) will be discussed. So will the many hidden exits that allow for easy bunking. Yellow matter will be discussed, and I don’t mean sunflowers.
He's the man!
Sports day, house picnics, house picnic Movies. Scout camps with their inevitable mix of vice; porn,booze, fags. 12std Socials ( now a sad travesty, thanks again to Fuse ), the possible assassination of Fuse, the introduction of girls ( what was he thinking? was he thinking?) these and many more are the topics that will fill these pages in the days to come.
Agu, Bella, Antony (Arnie), Dosamuka, Vyramani, Michelle , Sus Babes. Every generation of Montfortians has had its own share of exciting stories and scandalous events, dysfunctional teachers and irritating principals. Glorious sporting achievements, wondrous times spent fuckin around with the system, batch fights, tales of bravado.
You can talk about fucken anything on this blog. Offend anyone, living or dead. Nothing is too sacred to diss. So profane everything, suffuse your posts with invective and blast society to bits. No censorship, basically. What is posted, remains posted. Retain a level of maturity though and exercise some discretion.
I also call out for photographs of Monty times. Scan em and send em to kuriantp@gmail.com. They will find their way into the blog. There aren’t ‘nuff of these to be found anywhere. Postin ‘em will give many long-lost montfortians the chance to revisit some cherished memories. Also,for admin privileges ( they give u a chance to make ur own posts on this blog, ). just send me a mail with your gmail address.
Old boys and new, we do fashion so tightly, enduring links of one long chain.
Montfort boys shall aye be men.
Let nostalgia reign.
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