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         Sloane Grammar School boy, if you seek your memorial,

look around you.





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The Sloane



Hello and Welcome to

Mark Foulsham's

Sloane Grammar School website


If I built it I knew you would come




A School that invited loyalty

 (Quote by Don Wheal)

Gone But Not Forgotten

'Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade

Of that which once was great is pass'd away.'

William Wordsworth

On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic




You may think you're done with the past but the past isn't done with you!


"The merits of a school are judged as much by the men it produces as by their achievements as boys" - 

(Old Cheynean D.J. Cowie, March 1929)




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Self-portrait by Stefan Bremner-Morris





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to fellow Cheyneans and passers-by, from the Official Sloane Grammar School 1919-1970 Old Cheyneans and Friends web site.

Mark Foulsham, at Sloane 1963-70, created this site in August 2008 to record for posterity all that I can, and for all those who attended Sloane or simply have a Sloane connection, to share and enjoy. Feel free just to browse or, if you feel you qualify to join us, make full use of the site by becoming a Registered ClassmateClick on the Click Here to Register button above to start the registration process. It's Free!

I'll also be happy to send a personal invitation to anyone else with a Sloane School Chelsea connection who you think might like to join us. Just enter their Email address in the MISSING CLASSMATES box to your right and click Send Invite.  

We may not understand why but memories of our days at Sloane remain with us while others do not. Whether they're good or they're bad, I'd like to give all old boys the opportunity to keep those memories alive.





 Aspirations and Objectives

Sloane never had a motto and although our school badge is based on the lion rampant and boar's head of the Cadogan family crest their motto, Qui Invidet Minor Est or He That Envies Is Inferior, is not really appropriate so I'll adopt the one to be found on the Coat of Arms of the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea as it suits us nicely -

Quam Bonum In Unum Habitare


(What A Good Thing It Is To Dwell Together In Unity) 


It is hoped, in some small way, to be able to have similar objectives to those stated for the first issue of The Cheynean in December 1926  -

"To record faithfully the major activities of the School, to promote and foster a corporate spirit in the School, to excite a greater keenness both in the games and in other phases of its social life, and to serve as a link between present members of the School and the Old Cheyneans".  -

and also to bring together, once again, old friends and classmates, and those of us who have outlived the school and share a common interest in its history and its future.

Sadly, I've no memory of having ever sung or even heard a school song but apparently one was written by music Master Mr Seymour Dicker in 1928, and was first sung in July of that year by pupil J E Bush. What became of it after that first performance is a mystery but it contained the lines -

"Salve, the School and its scholars so keen,

 Long may they keep its memory green."

 If you've any memories of Sloane you'd like to share, use the Contact Us page to send them in and, whilst you're there, register for the site as well. 

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Why Not Take a Look at Where your Classmates are Living?

Find out the Postcode of a Classmate from their Profile (if they've agreed to let everyone know it) then Click on the link below, enter the details where it says 'Address', then Click on 'Go'. Not every country is covered yet and those that are have limited coverage, but it's worth a try.

Here's the link. Have fun - http://www.vpike.com/

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75 years ago today, at 04.15am on the 6th June, 1944, the allies began the invasion of Europe that would be the beginning of the end for Hitler and the Nazis as well as allow me to write about it and you to read about it today. Two hours later they would land in France. The way forward had been made a little easier for them by the 24,000 men of the airborne assault that had begun just after midnight and the minesweepers who were to clear a path through the sea. Meanwhile, while all this was going on my Dad was still sunning himself on the beach at Anzio in Italy after his five month holiday had ended in Monte Cassino a few weeks before.

Men (boys) as young as 16 died on the beaches of France, whilst in France itself men (boys) of the same age were being rounded up and executed by the Germans as members of the French Resistance (La Résistance). To them all, and those who survived the war but had been prepared to sacrifice themselves for our Freedom, I give my undying thanks.

Before Operation Overlord, codenamed Operation Neptune, began this letter, written by Dwight D Eisenhower, Sopreme Commander of the allied forces, was read out to all troops -



4,414 Allied servicemen lost their lives on D-Day, many of their bodied were never found but they were declared dead after a year had passed. In all there were roughly 10,000 Allied casualties of one sort or another. If they had all got to hear about the success of the invasion and what it would lead to I'm convinced they would have all said it was worth it. We must never forget them or those who went before and came after in the quest for right and freedom. 




The Prime Minister is, as expected/hoped, to stand down after the Brexit debacle. Her Therexit will begin when she leaves her job as Conservative leader on 7th June and will be completed in the week commencing 22nd July. Sadly, I've yet to spot a candidate to replace her who inspires me. Rory Stewart comes close as he seems to be a man of genuine integrity and to have a heart for humanity. Those two traits may prevent him becoming leader but I watched him handle questions on Question Time last week and was impressed. What do I know? I'm also a fan of Jacob Rees-Mogg and Andrea Leadsom. The Tories will probably play safe and opt for Boris Johnson, a man whose physical age is 54 and who has reneged on most of the promises he's ever made, on the basis of him supposedly being 'a popular man of the people'. There will be banana skins a-plenty if he does become PM. God help us.

Back to Brexit -

The Brexit Party continued its strident campaign against the ‘undemocratic’ EU at the democratic EU elections which give everyone in Europe the opportunity to shape the EU Parliament through an election. Their victory was immense despite the losers saying that if you added all the other parties votes together you'll find that the Brexit party actually lost and the majority of the electorate don't want to leave the EU. Similarly, every other team in the Premier League have declared that Manchester City didn't win the title because if you add all the other team's points up it comes to far more than Manchester City's 98.  This, along with those calling for another Referendum on EU membership, inspired Tottenham Hotspur, losers to Liverpool in the Champions League Final they thought they would win, to call for a second 'People's Game', promising the outcome of the seconf game would be final. Honest. 

Politicians at home reacted quickly to the news. Vince Cable said “Bo**ocks to Scousers”, Jacob Rees-Mogg said Liverpool fans would Never Walk Alone – and thanks for the sugar and slaves – and Jeremy Corbyn said it was an excellent and disappointing match with good players on both sides.


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Just to remind you what we'll be missing when we finally leave the EU, at a time when we're all being encouraged to eat less meat the EU has passed a ban on vegetarian foods being described with words traditionally associated with meat. So it's goodbye 'veggie burger', hello 'veggie disc'. So long 'soya steak', hi there 'soya slab'. With more prople than ever willing to give meat-free substitutes a go, it's hard not to see this as a backwards step, although the EU will no doubt see it as progressive and correct.


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Huawei’s groundbreaking new phone will be two tin cans and a piece of string, after yet more companies retracted their assistance because of new US regulations.

ARM, the owner of the microchip technology that makes the actual phones work, have been forced to pull out of their contractual commitments with the ailing Chinese company.

Huawei’s Chief Technology Officer, Wiam Si Mon said, “A new era has begun here at Huawei and we refuse to allow these ridiculous regulations to hamper our quest to dominate the smartphone market.

“As such, we will work our way around the US government interference by designing our own tech where our suppliers have withdrawn assistance. Obviously, this will take time, so, for the time being, we have reverted to a pre-ARM chipset: a couple of tin cans and a piece of string.

Sure, it doesn’t have the apps of a smartphone, but we’ve all been complaining that they take up all our attention and energy, so this is a good way of minimising the zombie effect on civilisation.

And no, it doesn’t have the versatility of a smartphone. Or the mobility. But what can you do?”

Unfortunately, an American company has revealed it owns the intellectual property of the piece of string, so that will likely be withdrawn from the designs next week.

Incidentally, I was forced to move into the 21st century last week after my 15 year-old Nokia mobile phone finally gave up the ghost, with a little help from me after I tried cleaning my SIM card and managed to pull out most of the phone's innards as well. I've bought a Chinese made Cubot android at a third of the price of similar well-known brand names. The one downside was that it came with virtually no instructions which was no good for a mobile illiterate such as I. I complained, of course, and received a further £12 off the cost. I love the Chinese! So eager to please. 


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With the last claims for mis-sold Payment Protection Insurance having to be in before the 29th August this year, those who have been desperate to 'help' you with your claim are having to find new ways of taking their cut -



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A man wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot. The doctor comes in and says,

"Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now, you probably won't remember, but you were in a pile-up on the motorway.You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but...something happened. I'm trying to break this gently, but the fact is, your willy was chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it."

The man groans, but the doctor goes on, "You've got £9,000 in insurance compensation coming and we have the technology now to build you a new willy that will work as well as your old one did - better in fact! But the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's £1,000 an inch."

The man perks up at this. 

"So," the doctor says, "It's for you to decide how many inches you want. But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a five inch one before, and you decide to go for a nine incher, she might be a bit put out. But if you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest in a five incher this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that she plays a role in helping you make the decision."

The man agrees to talk with his wife and the doctor retruns the following day.

"So," says the doctor, "have you spoken with your wife?"

"I have," says the man.

"And what is the decision?" asks the doctor.

"We're having granite worktops" 


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At dawn the telephone rings,

"Hello, Señor Bob? This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house."

"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"

"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Señor Bob, that your parrot, he is dead".

"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"

"Si, Señor, that's the one."

"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?"

"From eating the rotten meat, Señor Bob."

"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"

"Nobody, Señor. He ate the meat of the dead horse."

"Dead horse? What dead horse?"

"The thoroughbred, Señor Bob ..."

"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"

"Yes, Señor Bob, he died from all that work pulling the water cart."

"Are you insane? What water cart?"

"The one we used to put out the fire, Señor."

"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"

"The one at your house, Señor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire."

"What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?!"

"Yes, Señor Bob."

"But there's electricity at the house! What was the candle for?"

"For the funeral, Señor Bob ..."


"Your wife's, Señor Bob. She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Ping G15 204g titanium head golfclub with the TFC 149D graphite shaft."




"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're I'm going to fire you!"

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Having your son follow in your footsteps can be disconcerting, especially when you think you've covered your tracks.

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Do you realize that the only time in our lives
when we like to
Get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years
old, you’re so
Excited about aging that you think in fractions.
“How old are you?” “I’m four and a half!” You’re never
thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on
five! That’s
the key.
You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you
back. You jump
To the next number, or even a few ahead.
“How old are you?” “I’m gonna be 16!” You could
be 13, but
hey, you’re gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your
life . . you
Become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . YOU BECOME 21.
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened
there? Makes you
Sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out.
There’s no fun
you’re Just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING
40. Whoa! Put
the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it,
you REACH 50 and
your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn’t think
you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and
MAKE it to 60.
You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70!
After that it’s a
day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!
You get into your 80s and every day is a complete
cycle; you HIT
lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn’t
end there.
Into the 90s, you start going backwards; “I Was JUST 92.”
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you
become a little kid again. “I’m 100 and a half!”
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!
1. Throw out non essential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is what they're paid for.
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,whatever. Never let the brain idle. An idle mind is the devil’s workshop. And the devil’s name is Alzheimer’s.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. 
The onlyperson, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies,whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9 Don’t take guilt trips. Take a trip anywhere but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.



Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


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Old age hits you when you least expect it. I feel so old now I remember the Dead Sea just being sick. Last week I felt like I could take on the world, this week I know I'd lose. Suddenly the bones ache and things appear on your body that you swear weren't there the day before. Perhaps they were but you just never noticed. Just walking my Grandson to school has become a chore this week when last week it was a joy and seemed downhill all the way. I don't want to say I'm old and worn but I do make sure I'm nowhere near the curb on bin collection day. No doubt I'll be fighting fit again before I know it. I just wish it would happen a little quicker. It's not that I'm trying to wish my life away, of course, but I'm getting to be impatient whereas, once upon a time, I was the most patient person I knew.
I've got salad for dinner. Actually a fruit salad. Well, mostly grapes. OK, it's all grapes. Fermented grapes. Wine. I've got wine for dinner. I feel better already!

It was my son's 28th birthday celebration last weekend. He does what he always does. He invites friends round for a party in the garden and he cooks for them and provides most of the drink. They're a lovely crowd but a motlier crew you'd have trouble finding. Multi-national, male, female, transgender, gay, Goths, two self-harmers and, judging by the comings and goings to our bathroom, many with weak bladders. I went to bed at 11pm, my wife lasted until 2pm and most of the motley crew were still in the garden at 5am. I'm only slightly looking forward to next year.

I didn't know what to buy my son for his birthday but he was very grateful for the money we parted with and the the effort we made clearing up after his party. My daughter's birthday is only a few months away but I thought I'd start looking for presents early. I walked into the ladies department of our local store and said I'd like to buy a bra for my daughter but neded help. The lady behind the counter was only too happy to oblige. this is how the conversation went.........

' What type of bra?' she asked.

'Type?'  I enquired. 'There's more than one type?'

' Look around,' she said, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, colour and material imaginable.

'Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from.'

Relieved, I asked about the types.

The saleslady replied:

'There are the Catholic, Salvation Army, Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?'

Now totally befuddled, I asked about the differences between them. She responded,

'It is all really quite simple.
The Catholic type supports the masses;
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen;
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright;
The Baptist type makes mountains out of molehills. Oh and have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD , E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes? (I hadn't).

If you have wondered why, but couldn't figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!

{A} Almost Boobs.
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can't Complain.
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up!

I asked her to write it all down for me and left for a beer, ready to return another day or maybe I'll send the wife along instead.

I joined the National Trust, as well, this week and am looking forward to visiting places I've always put off visiting for one reason or another. We do occasionally make use of the Royal Horticultural Society membership I bought my wife last year but she's more of a gardener than I am and we've got a small but lovely garden because of her efforts so I'll be eager to see the larger scale efforts surrounding the stately homes of others. My wife's decided to give up work completely in October so I might even take her with me. Big 'earted Arthur they call me...........

Stay bright.


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The Home We Called Sloane


The Sloane building seen from Hortensia Road in 1908  


The Sloane building was 100 years old in 2008, although it didn't actually start life as a boys' school until after the First World War, during which it served as a hospital. It still stands and many memories are, no doubt, ingrained in its walls along with the odd name and ribald comment. Who knows what the future holds, despite its Grade II listing on May 7th, 2002. Grade II listed buildings can be altered, extended, or even demolished, but only with Local Authority consent, so it may be that the building is considered historically or architecturally interesting enough for it's fabric to remain untouched. Some consideration may have been given to it having been the first purpose-built secondary school in London, and it is certainly one of only 3% of all ages of listed buildings that was built in the 20th century. Schools generally are seen as a good investment by developers because they're easy to convert. They are likely to be structurally sound because the authorities will have inspected them regularly to ensure they comply with Health and Safety requirements.    

Sadly, Sloane Grammar School for Boys only lasted 51 years, from 1919-1970. John Binfield, in one of his poems writes -

... the school, with
All its past, was sucked into a huge
Turbulent sea of glass in Pimlico
And sank without trace. "full fathom five..

Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them. Ding-dong bell".

Should the building survive in the form we all remember, there is still a chance that some of us will be around in 2019 to celebrate what would have been its centenary as a boys' school, had it remained in existence.   


Sloane seen from the rear in 2014


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Whatever our own personal reasons for it doing so, the school will still haunt most of us even if it disappears altogether. With that tenuous link, here's a poem that I came across in a copy of The Cheynean -


The Ghost of Sloane


When London's asleep and the School very quiet,
No sound of footsteps, no sound of a riot,
No sound of even the shuffle of feet,
No sound of the creak of a pupil's seat,
Out of the darkness the ghost of Sloane
Awakes from rest with a sigh and a groan.
Then up he arises to haunt the School
Climbing the stairs in the guise of a ghoul.
He shuffles and clanks down each corridor
Into the classrooms where stand desks galore.
He examines each desk and checks the boys' work,
Allots ghostly marks in the dark and the murk.

If you ever lose books from out of your desk,
And the teacher upbraids you and calls you a pest,
Just tell him my story, however tall,
Of the white shrouded phantom that haunts the School Hall.

                                                    J. Hollingshead (3C)

As for us, the boys who used to attend our Chelsea school, we probably considered ourselves 'Chelsea men' but I doubt that many of fitted the description in this poem, written when he was in the 5th year by one time Sloane Schoolboy, A R Doubledee. I get the impression he didn't particularly approve of the 'Beatniks' of the late 50s and early 60s that he found himself sharing Chelsea with or, as he called them the 'Weirdies' -                                                                        

The Weirdies

The Chelsea man is excessively queer,
He only drinks coffee and doesn't like beer.
He's always "chatting" the girls, and yet
This seems to make him "one of the set".

His unkempt chin and uncut hair
Go with his feet which are usually bare.
If he wears shoes, they've never got soles,
And he's usually found in Bohemian holes.

His outsize sweater is generally black
Contrasting well with his shorty mac.
He wears his clothing merely to show
That he can keep up with the boys of Soho.

To find a girl he doesn't look far,
But into the nearest coffee bar,
Where he's sure to meet a Bohemian "yob".
They're all from Chelsea - what a mob!

The girls with hair right down their backs
Wear irregular clothes that look like sacks.
They walk about wearing father's sweater:
I really don't see why he should let 'er.

Their gaudy clothes of reds and greens
Match up with the style of their men-friends' jeans.
Now that's how it goes with the latest style:
Girls on their faces make-up pile,
The men wear anything they can find -
I shouldn't stare, I should just act blind!

A.R. Doubledee (5b)

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