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I went to Portsmouth Poly (before the place was called Portsmouth University) back in the early 1980's.
I did a computer science course there, the course material for which, even Babbage would have found obsolete.
I can't say I had a good time, and I left very unceremoniously. But I did have a good time with the people
there. Not that I party'ed hard, I just enjoyed their company. Below are various photos from those days.
There is a good reason I have these snaps. I was the President of the Photographic Society!
These photographs represent my first year at Portsmouth Poly. For some reason motorcycles, girls, and beer
too pride of place subsequent years. Oh, well!
Digs & Fratton Park
Placed directly into digs, I found myself quite out of water, in a very uncomfortable
position. Didn't stay long.
Bramshott Rd. A pretty line of houses, really. My digs were on Bramshott Rd, on the right just beyond the
wall. The road was 2 streets from Fratton Park. Saturday afternoons were deathly, as you couldn't find
parking and couldn't go out without bumping into fans. The day they played Millwall was not pretty; we were
given police protection! I jest not! At this time they were in the 2nd Division, before the Premier
league was established.
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Fratton Park: This was one of the entrances to Fratton Park, home of Portsmouth Football Club. I presume this
has all now been replaced by a flashy new ground.
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Digs: Bramshott Rd digs, this was my room. It was pretty spartan. Rules were that I could only
go downstairs to the kitchen when called for meals, could only use the upstairs bathroom by
appointment, though use of the stairs and front door were allowed. At all other times I was to
be in my room. No visitors. Certainly no female visitors! Fun was not part of this tourist
package! The neighbours got upset at something one day. The landlady flipped, knocking down
their fences; I got pulled by Polytechnic social services, and placed in QEQM. Yee-hah!
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QEQM Halls
Into the QEQM (Queen Elizabeth, Queen Mother) Halls of residence for the remainder of the first year, had a hoot.
QEQM: Here they fed us. Gruel and other delicious nutrients!
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QEQM: View from my window. Two floors of guys, top floor all girls.
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QEQM: The road on right was a one way bus lane with control barriers at each end.
Just beyond it was a mental hospital, and an endless succession of old Flashers!
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QEQM: Dormitory blocks windows.
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QEQM: Dormitory blocks.
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QEQM Tower: Built on alluvial soils, and stabilized using a couple of wooden staves, the tower had a significant
cant to it. You can't see that it in this picture, though. This picture just shows the stylish 60's
use of concrete to produce a paragon of architectural delight.
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QEQM Tower: Collaboration between students is hard won. Somehow, 4 conspired here to get out the message!
It's on a guys floor, I think, which makes it even more impressive!
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QEQM: Civil engineers at play. Waiting for dinner, I guess.
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QEQM. Queue for dinner. With babes!
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QEQM. Queue for dinner. The guys!
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QEQM Room : Me studying... to be a loser! Obviously Comp Sci was boring, to fend off total insanity I
photographed my knees and missed. Got the desk instead!
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QEQM Room : My Stuff. In QEQM, I built up a huge music collection, maybe 20 tapes! These were played
on the bellowing hi-fi unit I kept above the kettle. Box of Ilford XP1 B&W film: Doesn't every
student have one? Conditions were much more civilised than my original digs, thank goodness!
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Around
Views around Pompey
Southsea Fair : One of the rides at the Southsea fair. A pretty much permanent fair, though we would "enter" in winter and do the
big slides when it was closed.
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Southsea Fair : Messing around at the Southsea fair.
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Southsea beach: Never one of my favourite beaches as it was quite stoney. This spring day, beach chairs have been
pilled up in anticipation of warmer weather.
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House in Southsea. Photographed early in my time there. The Victorians definitely could build cute homes.
Someone, obviously had some money, because the steel railings have been re-installed since WWII.
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Eastney Park (real name unknown). Obviously the ancient tradition of fancy dress basketball, where
men dress as ladies of the night, and women as St. Trinians school girls, has eluded general detection.
If you have to ask anymore, your probably a hopeless case! I think this was a well attended, charity event.
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Eastney Park. The park had a working miniature steam railway. In the summer it was quite active taking children
for rides on weekend afternoons. From looking at google earth, it looks like this railway still exists.
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Mercantile House. Home to the Computer Science faculty. My lecture halls were mostly here.
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Lecture Time: Gareth looking round while I take a snap. This was one of the only true lecture
theatres. We tended to do Math in here.
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Julia and Yvonne
Julia Humphreys and Yvonne Sampson were roomies, and good friends. Part of this is a
mangled sequence showing them with another woman (sorry, can't recall a name). The pictures were
taken, I think at the South Parade Pier. The film was ruined in processing - a feature modern
digital cameras thankfully don't suffer from.
I will always feel peeved that I spend 2 weeks thinking about a project we had
on traffic light sequencing, where I was the first in class to work it all out. I then went
round to see Yvonne and Julia the night before the work had to be in, and they hadn't worked out
how to do it. So I basically did it for them. I left the last part to them - how to improve it - which
was some essay style stuff, not techie. When we got the results, the girls scored better than I did on all
sections! I felt totally screwed! The girls were good about it, and didn't laugh too hard.
Yvonne & Julia: Sampson and Humphreys. What a pair!
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Yvonne: Showing some knee, the scandalous woman!
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Julia. Not quite sure what to expect!
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Unknown woman : Very fetching, but no clue to who she is, or was!
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Unknown woman : Very fetching, in an almost cowgirl-esque get up!
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Julia and Yvonne, Part Deux!
The Lost shoot! This is part of a set of photos I took for J & Y in their flat. No extra lights,
no fancy stuff, just a lot of ASA's. I pushed the film processing, probably a bit far, and ended
up with something that only now, with the aid of photoshop can we see. So here, after almost 3 decades
in the making, some of the lost shoot!
Yvonne Sampson, Julia Humphreys & and the woman I can't recall.
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Julia
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Yvonne, Julia
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Yvonne, Julia
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Yvonne, Julia
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Julia
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Yvonne
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Yvonne
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Julia, Yvonne & and the woman I can't recall.
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Yvonne
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Portraits
Various people taken while in a state of disbelief that I would want to photograph them!
Student at Fair. Actually don't recall who this was. Very bubbly woman, just no recollection of her name.
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Deirdre. The first Sociology student I met. She was as lost as I at Poly, for a while.
Saw here much of the first year, and rarely again. Here she is caught like a deer
in the headlights.
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Keith Jessop. A civil engineer in the making. Standing outside the then new stunted Library building.
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Friend. Liked her, can't remember who she was. She did have a boyfriend, which kind of silenced things!
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Martin. Martin trying to use my Olympus OM-10.
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Steve. Steve also trying to use my Olympus OM-10! He is now the Rt. Rev. Steve.
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Friend.
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Mac. Archetypal Diamond in the rough.
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Student at QEQM. I think she did Biology. I ended up doing about 10 students computer programming
courses. First question seemingly was all about Standard Deviation (being a standard deviate, I know these
things.) The hardest part for me, writing the same small program 10 or 15 times, was to make it
different each time so no one got done.
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I will have to get back to Steve to recall his name, but the Egyptian chap here, was a fun guy to be around
until he got on his motorcycle. Then it was best to get well away. He had a Bong, most interesting!
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Studio Work. The Photography Society had a studio and dark room. Later as president I was to witness us
loosing it. Here we were trying to photograph little widgets. Don't recall who this was.
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Studio work. This is Keith waiting his turn to waste his film.
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