There’s no mistaking Kingston
University’s Penrhyn Road building. Its
outward appearance is much as it was in our days of the 1970s.
You see the same main entrance; foyer; refectory, door-ways to corridors
and stair-ways that are intact down to the exact same unpolished brass rails.
At first glance the students who
criss-cross the foyer could be the same.
Some of the fashions and hair-styles would not be out-of-place. Look a bit closer, and that’s where
comparisons end. Nostalgia soon gives
way to present-day realities.
Today’s students are all
younger. They all have baby-faces. There are many more
girls, and a richer diversity of skin-colours.
In our day we were more alike. We
were older too and more mature, weren’t we – all of us not just Knights
Park perpetual Architecture students like Stan? Mind you Stan, who revelled in his repeat-years, was positively ancient. Did he become a rich and famous
architect? Kingston Alumni may
oblige.
In Cambodia today, the university students wear uniforms
like those at high school.
They are just as fresh-faced as those in Kingston, but no way would they dare to rebel
openly against uniformity, unlike our generation. We were far too eager to embrace individuality and
adulthood.
We were the first batch of
students when Kingston
elevated to a new higher education institution in its own right. Politics being
what it was (and is), like
other colleges around the country we were called a Polytechnic, not a
university. We were to be different, to be pioneers
of innovation where academia
would be more allied with industry.
You can read about it in
my dissertation, if it
is still in the library – hard-copy version of course. (No online in
those days.)
I didn’t go in search of our old
Kingston library. It was in the Tower Block, I recall, with floors not strong
enough for all the books. Having visited my old school library in Alnwick last year I wonder if there
is one? Books and shelves have given way
to desks and computers. Students pour over screens. Text-books; folders; papers, and pens are long gone!
Back in the
70s, we were the
post-World War II baby-boomers generation born of the “never again” brave new world of
peace exhorted by our heroes like Beatle John Lennon. “Give Peace a Chance!”
We wanted to
put the world to right and thought that we could. Lengthy earnest conversations took place in
what we called the refectory, now stands “The Market Place”, proudly announcing
“Welcome
to the Global Eating Experience!” The food in our day was neither global nor
delicious. I preferred to nip along to the Magnet Cafe (now no more) for a pie
where I was once sat next to Sergeant Stone and Bert Lynch being filmed for
famous TV Police show “Z-Cars”. Tune in these days to Everton FC’s home games
at Goodison Park and you’ll still hear its whistling theme tune.
Modern, airy, bright new refectory? |
All that
talk must have defined us as rebels. I suppose we were lucky too, due to being
fairly secure in guaranteed
income from our local authority maintenance grants, so spared the worries of today’s student loans. It wasn’t the only thing that made us freer to
express ourselves.
We basked in an era of student protests. We stopped the 70s rugby tour of apartheid South Africa.
We joined Country Joe in protesting against the Vietnam War. Who would have thought that I would end up spending 20 years of my life in a part of the world still coming to terms with the tragedies of that time?
We basked in an era of student protests. We stopped the 70s rugby tour of apartheid South Africa.
“And it’s one two three, what are we fighting for? Don’t
ask me, I don’t give a dam. Next stop is
Vietnam!"
We joined Country Joe in protesting against the Vietnam War. Who would have thought that I would end up spending 20 years of my life in a part of the world still coming to terms with the tragedies of that time?
Closer to home we stood up against “Milk-Snatcher Thatcher” marching down the A3 to Tolworth
Tower, then the Education Ministry’s HQ.
Margaret Thatcher was its Secretary of State before she became Prime
Minister. Years later I described the incident to Cambodia’s King Sihanouk much
to his delight. He was no fan either of Mrs T who deployed the SAS there.
Are today’s students as rebellious? They don’t seem to be but then they can easily
resort to social media and online advocacy campaigns rather than meeting up in person
or at mass gatherings. Is that why our “Main
Hall” is no more, no longer needed for big meetings? It’s now a big lecture theatre instead. We had some fun there with one exception –
it’s where we sat our final examinations.
Always a leaning towards the Spring Grove |
Today’s students sitting in the same spot, as photographed above, will
have little inkling of all that. I
was an intruder, an eavesdropper. I
shouldn’t really have been there.
Fortunately nobody cared and thank goodness. It’s the way university campuses should be; the
way it was in our day but denied these days to many students around the world. We did live through terrorism from the IRA in the 1970s but they didn't attack centres
of education. I feel sorry for those at risk of attack at universities around
the world, including massacres we see all too often on US campuses.
So thank you Kingston for my
interlope, before I retreated to the “Spring Grove”. It was once my preferred drinking hole to the
Student Union bar as well as the “AppleMarket” now O’Neills. We
took a walk along the River; popped in to my bank of 48 years, and on to Wetherspoons then Gatwick for Cambodia.
Extra Notes
1 The
blog title comes from Bob Dylan’s song via and thanks to @themoodiereport
where other gems can be found.
2 I
have made several return trips to Kingston over the years and to old haunts of
Richmond, Twickenham, Strawberry Hill, and Mortlake, etc. A lot of good things have survived unlike in
many other places I have lived.
3 In
1996 I was a VSO Volunteer in Malawi on a UK development aid project. I went to a meeting in Lilongwe where no less
than four of us were all ex-Kingston!
Feeling out-in-the cold, the organiser reckoned that Kingston was taking
over the UK’s aid agency, today called DfID then Overseas Development Administration. Another Kingston ex followed me to Saint Helena Island in the South Atlantic although she left more of a mark on
Montserrat.
4 It
would be good to name some of the characters who languished in the old
refectory. One can be easily found even today in Ashby-de-la Zouch, not looking
so bad for decades of wear and tear. I think I know what happened to the old green
bench-seats - see below?
5 The
New Kam Tong at the bottom of Eden St must owe its existence to the Kingston
patronage. In 1969 for £1, on a Friday
night, we could manage up to 10 pints and end the night with a Beef Chow Mein. Rather extravagant Eh What?
6 We
did have a few scares of IRA bombings and evacuations – one was when I was at
the Milk Marketing Board in Thames Ditton for my placement as part of my course.
A couple of years later, down
in Devon (scroll down to More Reflections) I came across the best line on
such things, thanks to Ken Passmore.
7 Finally
I see the area on the corner of Grove Crescent that was once our Student Union
is being developed with the unsightly garage now gone too. I graduated from
Kingston to get away only as far as Surrey County Council. I had an office in
Grove Crescent overlooking the SU entrance where good old Audrey,
ever-suffering, ever-obliging Secretary used to give me a wave!
Thanks, Mark. Tower Block is showing well over Penrhyn Road - trust your design will be better!
Kingston's old refectory squeeky bum seats and benches.
Recycled or generous gift to poor Cambodia?
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