Welcome to the Memories of Tamar 

1980 - 1990

Please note: Based on Date of Leaving Tamar

 
Ron Thomas 1973 - 1981
Jackie Goodsell nee Boobier 1976 - 1982
Nikki Jenkins 1977 - 1982
Gary McGurk x 2 1977 - 1982
Tracey  Hood 1977- 1982
Janice Marren 1978 -1983
Julia Carter 1981 - 1983
Jane Carter 1979 - 1984
Andy Richardson 1979 - 1984
Matt Bennett 1980 - 1985
Karl Greenacre 1981 - 1986
Debbie Hanna nee Ridler 1982 -1987
James Keehan

1986 - 1989
Pippa Seldon 1983 - 1988
Lee Hunwicks 1984 - 1989
Nikki Temlett 1984 - 1989
Marie Keelty 1986 - 1989
Jonathan Cowell 1986 - 1989
Adrian Morton 1983 - 1990
Paula Blunden 1985 - 1990
Melanie Brown 1984 - 1990
Jackie Neale nee Rice 1985 - 1990

Jackie Goodsell nee Boobier

Hi Dave

Received a phone call tonight from my brother who had seen your article/letter in the Evening Herald.
I was very sorry to hear the sad news of Ray Rose. I remember nursing him on one of his admissions to Derriford Hospital, it seemed very strange to be nursing/caring for my former deputy head teacher, somewhat of a role reversal. I remember chatting to him for sometime and he told me of his book which I went on to buy. I attended the school from around 1976 to 1982 and was in Tavy.
I do have some photos (some include Jack Trennerry who I believe passed away not all that long after his retirement and there was a memorial bench placed at his favourite spot overlooking Burritor Reservoir and Sheepstor...don't know if its still there). I will try and find them and send them on to you.
 
Regards
Jackie Goodsell nee Boobier

 

 
 

Jackie Neale nee Rice - 1985-1990

Hi Dave,

 
I've just looked at your site for the first time and it's very good - it takes me right back!  Well done.
 
I was an inmate from 1985 to 1990 and was one of the 'last Fifth Year' kids before it closed.  From memory, there were about 74 of us Fifth-Formers left in that big old building, with the last of the Upper Sixth.  The Lower Sixth, together with the Third and Fourth Years had been shipped out to other schools.  My memories?...
 
Mr Rose (Headmaster) clicking along his corridor (at least you had some warning!), Miss Barton (Maths) - didn't like her or her maths but did ok anyway, Mr Bennet terrifying us in Physics but teaching us brilliantly anyway, Miss Toovey desperately trying to convince anybody to take Music as an option, pasties from the Canteen at morning break (lush - especially on winter mornings!), the run at break-neck speed to get to the canteen at lunchtime for chips and curry sauce etc, the art room, last minute comparison of homework under the Collenade, tennis, hockey and netball in the freezing cold - Mrs Ruberry was sadistic, but lovely, Adrian, doing his best as Head Boy with hardly any pupils left! Mr Dave Padfield (Paddy) being a fantastic French teacher and all-round decent bloke (even after I enlarged, photocopied and posted up all around the school pics of his butt (in jeans!) taken at the top of a Parisien tourist attraction!) Mr Paddy Marsh making us build mud-hut models for History homework in the first or second year... what was that about?! Summer Open Days/Fairs playing Splat the Rat and drinking those cheap plastic squash drinks, the Hospital Run (was it always called that?) during PE/Games, Helen Davies teaching me English - an inspiration, hanging with my mates each break/lunch time: Lisa Court, Sarah Palfrey, Steven Huntington, Mark Axworthy, Alison Holden, 'Little' Jo Williams, 'Big' Jo Kelly - how Gothic was she?!!!, (sorry if I've forgotten anyone obvious!), THE TUCK SHOP - how useful was that... and not so in line with today's healthy eating in schools regime!, Fleur Angle playing (or being made to play) Violin at every school occasion, the near-death experience that was the daily crush of getting on the buses to go home, the School Concerts which were a right laugh due to the comedy sketches, the whole school finding out about my 'handcuff incident' and taking the mick (even Mr Rose!), the last ever Assembly on the last day when most of us (and I don't just mean pupils) were in tears.
 
I also have a memory of Tamar before I joined, when my aunt attended - the It's a Knockout days... they were brilliant but would never be allowed to happen today!
 
Those really were the days.  The best was yet to be?... Maybe so, but those days came a pretty close second place!
 
Jackie Neale (nee Rice)
1985 - 1990

Janice Marren 1978 - 1983

hi my name is Janice Marren I attended Tamar 1978 -1983 I have great memomories of school and have visited when Devonport High for boys held firework display's and more recently on heritage weekends. It's fab to tell my children ( 2 boys ) all about the mischief my friends ( sar michelmore,tracy marshall and ali arthur) got up to. The memories come flooding back. Has anyone got photo's from my year? If so it would be great to see them and all the dodgie haircuts. Keep up the good work for an unforgettable school.

 

 

Debbie Ridler (now Debbie Hanna) - Walkham House

 

I was a pupil at Tamar High from 1982-1987. I was the last year there to take CSE and O levels and the year after I left, the school closed was very sad when it did, thought it was a great little school.  When I read the school motto on the website 'The best is yet to be' it brought a smile to my face.  I'd forgotten it until then!  Mr Hill was the Headmaster when I started at the school with Mr Rose his deputy. Mr Rose became Head just before I left the school.  I'll always remember Mr Hill for wearing his ties outside his jumper and Mr Rose for his clicky shoes!!!!!  Mrs Ruberry was my favourite teacher 'Hi Miss'. 

I loved games/PE, not being particularly academic (though came out with reasonable grades), it was actually something I could relax and enjoy.  Does anyone else remember the stories Wiggy (Mr Davies?) the art teacher used to tell about the art room being a hospital surgery and the holes in the floor being to drain the blood away?  Mr Hasdel (english teacher) was my first house teacher.  I always wanted the troll he had sat on the top of his blackboard!

I'll just reel off a load of names I can remember from my class - David Davies, Paul Jones, Colin Jewel and Colin ? (big colin and little colin), Mark Dance, Jonathan ?, Stephen May, Dean Wood, Sarah Ough, Sharon Corbin, Leigh ?, Darren ?, Iain ?,  Claire Corey and Mandy ?, Tracey ?, Debbie Glover, Joanne Jenkins, Jayne Jarvis, Nicola ?, Helen Demeranville, Emma Smith, Christina McCulley, Joe ?, Briany ? (sorry if I missed you off or can't remember your surname, its been a while since I've tried to recall them!)

 

When I was at the school my partner in crime was Debbie Glover (now Hope).  We're both married with children now and are still in regular contact.  Debbie lives in Warrington with her husband and two children.  I live in Calne, Wiltshire with my husband and daughter who is now 2 years old.  I was a police officer for 14 years, and gave that up last year (2005) and now childmind. 
If anyone would like to get in touch, it would be great to hear what youre up to now and your memories. My e-mail is Gaz.debs@tesco.net

 

 

Andy Richardson 1979 - 1984 Walkham House

Just got on to your site for the first time and it has jogged a few good and some not so good memories, but mostly the better ones. My name is Andy Richardson and I was at the school between 1979 and 1984. I was in Walkham House and my first form teacher was Mr. Hasdell. I was one of a little crew for want of a better word that more often or not had a few gentle run ins with various teachers mostly of the male variety. This little click consisted of myself, Alan Smith, Richard Burton, Sammy Lake, Wayne Mason, Kenny Cole and Paul Helliwell plus a few others. As Mr. Rubbery once put it whilst chastising us at the front of his class are as thick as thieves and needed a bloody good ass kicking. This was after an episode to Cawsands that on the way home our group sped-off from the rest caught the earlier ferry home waved at the approaching teachers and spent the rest of the day swimming and mucking about in Mount Wise Pool, Oh happy days......

Hope the site goes from strength to strength.

Best Wishes, Andy Richardson......

 

Gary McGurk 1977-1982

Dear Dave. 

I was looking at the website again recently and the memories that others have posted there brought back a number of good memories for me. One person had commented on the old six form common room (hut would be a more honest term). At the time we treated it as a refuge from work and a good place to play cards. Looking back I think that it was a place where many of us learned about controlling your own time. I certainly wasn't one of the people who learned very quickly to get on with work even though I didn't have someone looking over my shoulder, but I think that I probably took more from that time in my life than I realised.

 
I don't remember Ray Roses clicking heels as well as others, but I do have to agree with the person who wrote that Ray managed to teach us french despite my best efforts to mess about in his class. Somehow he managed to get that learning into me despite my best efforts!
 
Wiggy. Well, what can I say? He did more to put me off art than I thought possible. For him art was only to be done with paint and pencils - "old school" was certainly an understatement. I also recall him holding forth on his own skills and achievements, which only had the effect of putting the other teachers into a better light.
 
Cyril of the math's room. Passionate about math's, and about teaching. He was great at both, and even managed to get me to go to a math's lecture at the Poly in my own time. What a great teacher!
 
Mr Bennet. I still chuckle over the instruction to be sure to tell him if we smelt any bromine or chlorine coming from the fume cupboard because he had cauterised all of the smelling cells in his nose over the years. Of course, in reality when he did let chlorine escape into the classroom we all legged it rather than going over and telling him.
 
The PE staff. Well, they do seem to come from a special training college for the compassionately challenged! Rugby in all weathers, physical injuries preventing games must be malingering, and an outlook on life that seemed to owe more to Lympstone barracks than a school. They probably thought that they were helping to build character, rather than helping many to consider spectating as the best part of sports.
 
Dick Symes. What a great physics teacher he was, complete with fly away hair and a bald spot. He managed to get a bunch of us to finish A level physics whilst maintaining a sense of humour. If he's still around and in contact with anyone, I'd love to hear from him.
 
Dave, thanks again for running this site. Perhaps it could be linked to the friends reunited site as well? There are loads of ex-Tamaritans on that?
 
Best wishes,
Gary

 

 

James Keehan 1986 - 1989

Hi Dave,

Absolutely great to see so many names and to remember the days at Tamar High School.

Unfortunately I had to leave the school and move across to DHS along with the rest of my year and below in 1990. After which my accumulated braincells

slowly depleted as I rebelled against what was the biggest destruction within my Education. (Apart from my self destruction that is).

However, I want to remember more regarding the days at Tamar. A vague recollection of a twenty four hour skipathon, sneaking around the corridors in the dead of night. Memories of going to Dobwalls Triple Theme Park as a School trip, our initial reaction across the year to this trip was one of disgust as we thought ourselves to old and mature for such a place. Until we realised the trains went through the tunnels. Dark tunnels. And everybody had to sit close together. Very close. We then decided to ensure we sat in a boy girl, boy girl formation ! Strange how the following year, when asked where we wanted to go, we all screamed Dobwalls !!

And I also remember with much fascination an Action Activity Weekend, in the second year I think. This included Rock Climbing, Abseiling, Shooting,

Canoeing (Whack a boat, Whack a boat, Whack a boat!!), a croc called Sidney etc etc. But most importantly the extra curriculum activity of trying to sneak into the girls dorm after hours. Usually wearing just our Disney Boxershorts !! And a near death experience of almost falling off the ledge connecting the balconies to both dorms the following night. After 'security' was put on our doors and we had to take desperate action.

So many memories. So many old friends. I am still very much in touch with Mr Karl Hancock esq. who incidentally, like many of my year, will be turning thirty shortly. I lost touch with Jonny Harris some time ago and would love to hear what he is up to !

I have also lost (or maybe never had in the first place) all year /class photographs so if anyone has any from our year, get them up on this site !!!

Somehow we need to get this site promoted a lot more aswell. Word of mouth is great but how about any former Tamar Pupils who now work in local radio/reporters etc who could get a few mentions going ?

Be great to read memories from everyone else !!!

All the best with the site. And God Bless Blakey. He was a great bloke, even though a lot of us did not realise at the time.

James Keehan

 

Marie Ryder nee Keelty 1986 - 1989

I’ve just been reading all the memories and it’s strange how I agree with so many people who have contributed. Firstly Tamar closing was so WRONG! I went on to Plymouth High School for Girls and what a drab, unhappy school that was in comparison. My Tamar years were happy ones without a doubt although sometimes mischievous, but a big part of harmless character building. Being caught for smoking down the lanes! Making poor old Miss Toovey cry in music lessons. If you’re reading this I sincerely apologise. I remember I was off sick one day and a few of the girls set fire to the creek! Who remembers the 24 hour skipping marathon in 1987 or 88? Just an excuse to stay out all night at the age of 12/13!!!!! The tunnel under the outskirts of what was Naval Hospital – well creepy! Mr Ruberry saying to you “Girls if you cross the second steps into DHS and speak to the boys you will get pregnant”!!!! It used to confuse me slightly until I was old enough to understand what he was trying to say!!!! Mr Rose’s clicky heels. I had the greatest respect for him. He was my French teacher and Headmaster for the three years I studied there and I wouldn’t have done so well each year if it wasn’t for him. I always remember him saying in assembly after he’d told us all off for something that his main priority for the school was for us to be happy. And that’s what he achieved. Although the pupils played up sometimes I think everyone seemed to have the greatest respect for this school and it’s teachers. I am still in touch with a few close friends I met at this school. One friend even had Jerusalem as a hymn at her wedding. The best school hymn ever! It feels great to have been a part of something that seems to have left so many good memories.  

 

 

 

Jonathan Cowell 1986 - 1989

I joined Tamar in 1986 and have nothing but great memories of the place, unfortunately I was transfered over to DHS boys in the summer of 1989 due to the closure, and although I did well there I always felt it was due to the groundwork which the teachers at Tamar put in during my formative years.  What I couldn't understand about Tamar was who in their right mind decided to give a bunch of teenagers their own 6th form house???? Did they not realise that the chances of any work getting done were virtually zero????  Anyway, I was gutted that I missed out on that opportunity, but I managed to get myself some A levels, then a degree and now I'm a chartered accountant working for Dunlop Tyres in the Midlands.  My long standing memory is of "clicky heels" Ray Rose and his french classes, he got everyone involved and although I was petrified of him initially I soon realised that he was a great man with a real enthusiasm for teaching. I didn't pursue languages, but got top marks in my French GCSE because of him - and I'm sure my teacher at DHS was envious that the rest of the his class hadn't gone through the Ray Rose school of linguistics!

Best of luck with the website, you can use the above if you wish!

Cheers, Jonathan Cowell

Pippa Harrison nee Seldon 1983 - 1988

I attended Tamar from 1983-88 (Walkham). I had a great time there and lots of laughs. I just wondered does anyone know what happen to Mrs Richards she took over from Mrs Stone. 

I regarded Mrs Richards as my second mum and would love to know if she is ok? 

Thank you. Pippa Harrison nee Seldon.
 

Karl Greenacre 1981 - 1986

Just wanted to say the website is brill.

 I attended Tamar 81-86 and I agree with a lot of the people that it did give me a set of values that I still hold to today, and a lot of memories (some good, some bad). I have lived in Scotland now since 1995 and have lost contact with most of the people I knew from that time but this has let me contact some long lost pals.


Just to say again it is a great website.
Hi to Julia Carter (I remember you!!)

 

Melanie Brown 1984 -1990

Hi Dave

I started Tamar in 1984 and have lots of memories, mostly good but one resounding one where my friend and I (Karen Watts) always hated cross country (or basically any sporting activity) and we used to take a short cut across the quad. Poor Karen did have asthma but because we always hated sport, Mrs Ruberry (think that was her name - Karen do you remember?) was convinced that she was faking it just to get out of exercise. To top that, I had a bad knee (genuinely) so running was the worst thing I could do. Anyway, we were feeling particularly smug that we had found this short cut and used to hang around then tag on to the end of the pack so that she'd think we'd run around but were of course sufficiently far behind so as not to arouse suspicion - or so we thought.

She blew our plan one day by hanging around the quad to see why we'd suddenly stopped complaining so much about it and we were caught red handed. Needless to say she made us go around again, several times as punishment. Dear of her.

Oh what fun we had! I will never, ever understand why hockey is played in the dead of winter in short skirts, socks and a t-shirt when we had to literally chip the ice off the playing field. Who's idea of fun is that?! I swear that PE teachers are actually just sadists in tracksuits who are incredibly bitter about something!

One of my other outstanding memories has to be being torn off a strip by Mr Chatting for wearing eye make up and lipstick. Of course we thought it was subtle but now I think back, it was far from subtle. With Rimmel Iced Champink being THE in colour for that year and Azure blue eye liner, it was, shall we say quite noticeable! I spent most of my computer studies lessons, avoiding his gaze lest he should notice. He always did of course and I never learned my lesson.

I can say with all honesty that I did enjoy my school days and was well aware at the time that they were the best days of my life and on the whole did OK qualification wise. Although now I'm enjoying my job with Orange as a project manager in Bristol but living in Wiltshire with a lovely man in a beautiful country house with two cats, I'd give anything to go back to those days with no money worries, no (real) hassles and where the biggest stress was worrying if Mr Chatting was going to catch me with lipstick on! If only life were that simple now!

One thing I was desperately unhappy about was the fact that Tamar closed before we had our opportunity to do our A levels and we were farmed out to other schools. Karen and I, and a few others were unfortunate enough to have to go to Notre Dame at Derriford. That's where my school days ceased to be fun and turned into complete horror. Long story but suffice to say, the closure of Tamar was one of the greatest losses to Plymouth ever.

Hope these are OK to use. M.x

 

Tracey Levis nee Hood 1977 - 1982

Hello Dave,

I enjoyed the Web Site - brought back loads of memories!

I was at Tamar from 1977 to 1982 (I was 'Hood' then).  I suppose my main memories were of the fearsome Mr Hill (of whom I was terrified but would never admit it to any of my class mates!), Mr Davies (the Art teacher who could spot a top button undone from 500 yards!!), and of course, trying to avoid getting caught for the various things Tracy Dennis and I got up to!

Mr Trennery was always my favourite, his 'Mars Bar' bet on our O Level results was famous.  He bet me 2 Mars Bars that I would pass, it was a bet I was glad to lose.

I am still living in Plymouth.  I work in the Naval Base and have done for 20 years!  It has been a good career so I have never felt the need to move away.  I have one daughter, Megan, who will be 6 in May.

Thank you for getting in touch and for putting so much effort into an excellent Web Site.

Regards, Tracey Lavis (nee Hood)

 

Nikki Temlett 1984 - 1989

Hello Dave

Congratulations on the web-site.

I attended Tamar High from 1984-1989, I wasn’t what you would call a “wild child” I just didn’t like school very much !!! However as time went on I realised playing truant wasn’t doing me any good (actually it was because I got caught once too often) Anyway, unfortunately once I started to enjoy school it was too late. I don’t think I done too badly though I’m in a long term relationship and I have a beautiful 7 year old daughter called Hayley, I work for the University of Plymouth Students Union and my life is pretty good. So here are some of my memories of Tamar.  Those awful A-line skirts !!! and blazers,  fainting in the Quad after the dreaded BCG ! then spending the afternoon in the sick room, pasties from the canteen Mmmmm, making Mrs Toovey cry after we all decided for just one lesson we would behave !! The school trip to Ashburton Adventure Park, what a scream, the Christmas Carol Services, probably one of my worst days was walking home from school all the way to Whitleigh in that famous blizzard Brrrr !! Mr Rose and his clicking heals, not bad when you were up to no good, you could always hear him coming !!! Mr Bennett, I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me !! However I did bump in to him not so long ago, we had quite a pleasant chat. The school concerts, dressing up in stockings & suspenders to perform The Rocky Horror Picture Shows “Time Warp” I cant remember everyone involved, but Karen Watts, Natalie Lake, Kirsty ? were in it, I have the photos to prove it !!!! the Ghostbusters dance !!! And finally the last day of school, probably the most memorable day of my school days, lots of laughs, a few tears, but most of all the memories xx

Gary McGurk 1977 - 1982

Dear Dave, 

I don't think that we were at Tamar at the same time, (I was there 77 to 82) so I don't think we've met. I got to view the website on the advise of Geraldine Matthews (now Gerry Cooper). It was excellent to see the class of 81 photo as both myself and my younger sister Deborah were in it.

 
I now live in Kenya, where I am deputy director of the Save the Children Fund programme for south Sudan. I've been in Aid and Development work for the last 14 years, mostly in Africa. My sister lives and works in Nigeria, where she is an economist for DFID - the UK Government Aid department. Not that Tamar made us run away from UK!
 
Anyway, just thought that I'd drop you a line to say that I certainly appreciate the work that you've put into the website. Thanks on behalf of all old Tamar-ians. 
Best wishes,  Gary McGurk

Adrian Morton 1983 - 1990 (The Last Head Boy)

What memories do I have of Tamar. Plenty, and none of them bad. I made friends there in 1983 when I started that I still have now even after 19 years. Depending on your point of view I was in the unfortunate position of being Head Boy during the school's final year when the Upper Sixth and Fifth Form numbered approximately 90 pupils and we were limited to A Block and the upper two floors of B block only. The place seemed so empty. Luckily for us the quality of teaching did not decline during the final years with most of the staff not leaving until the school's closure which at least gave us continuity. It could have been worse though, I could have been at DHS for Boys. 

Lee Hunwicks 1984-89
 Hello Dave, whoever you might be! I ummed and ahead about writing, but I thought I quite enjoyed reading the stuff on the site so I thought I would make my own contribution.  I can't say I terribly enjoyed my time at the school, but that has less to do with the school and more to do with my dislike of schooling at the time.  Looking back I think that the staff were actually very conscientious and good at their jobs and tried to make my experience there as edifying as possible.  I actually find it quite difficult to recall specific events at the school and the names of people who were there -  It certainly feels a world away. I was perhaps a bit of a mischievous bugger at school, but fortunately grew out of it after I left.  Well, its my turn to take some of the stick that teachers get, as I am soon to become a teacher myself - that might well stun some of the staff that taught me. All the best to Mr. Rose.
Cheers,
Lee Hunwicks
P.S. I would be very grateful if anyone has a copy of the school photo taken in 1988 or 89.

Paula Rew nee Blunden  1985 - 1990

Hello Dave,

Thanks for the email, I had a look at your web page and seeing the picture of the school and reading about the teacher's brought back lots of memories both good and bad.
I was a bit of a wild child then. I remember sneaking of each lunchtime to smoke at the alley down the road and worrying more about the length of my skirt which went from one extreme to another, and what my hair and make up looked like than my schoolwork!
I once had a cup of tea in Mr. Rose's office while he was trying to put me on the straight and narrow and help me achieve something from my years of schooling, which I did just about manage.
But I'm pleased to say that I turned out ok and now work happily as a nail technician in Gosport, Hampshire and have three lovely children that hopefully won't be as wild as me.
I also have a paper weight with the school crest on it I think we got given them because of the school closing.
Thanks for helping to revive some memories
Paula Rew (nee Blunden) I attended Tamar from 1985-1990

 

Nikki Hamilton (nee Jenkins)

I used to live in Plymouth and attended Tamar School starting in Sept 1977. (I now live in North Devon but my parents still live in Plymouth which is how I came to hear about your advert)  I still have a lot of memories of the school and the teachers and of my friends. 

I am not sure what sort of years you are looking to hear about but if I can be of any help please let me know. Like I said before I started in Sept 1977 and went right through until year 5 and left after the exams were over. My name then was Nicola Jenkins (I have since married and my surname is now Hamilton).  

Please let me know if I can be of any more help.

 

 

Julia Carter 1981 - 1983

My name is Julia Carter and I attended Tamar High School' from September 1981 until December 1983 (I'm now 32 in a few days), when I changed schools. I didn't want to leave and was very unhappy to do so but didn't have any choice!!  So, although I wasn't there for long, I still have a few memories to share. I'm actually in the 1981 school picture in the very front row.

I particularly remember the French teacher, Mr. Padfield with his ginger hair and beard. Everybody had their equivalent French name on their desk and mine was 'Jeanne'. The art teacher (Wiggy) scared me a bit as well - the first thing you had to do when you started as a 1st year was a self-portrait using lots of colours of the wheel. One of my other favourite memories was when the Maths teacher, Mrs Barton (who told me I'd never be any good at Maths - she was right!) entered the Krypton Factory on television and came last!!

I used to run the tuck shop with my best friend at the time, Leigh-Ann Bailey in 1983 during the Summer. I have no idea what happened to her as I haven't been in touch with her since 1984!! I remember I used to have a mad crush on Nicky Clifton who was in my class (Tavy) but he never knew ........................ Actually, he was really 'into' Wham like I was - I also liked the other 80s music particularly Duran Duran!!

I recognise one of the names of the ex-pupils listed, David McLean. He was in the same class as me, so if you read this, 'Hi' to you. My e-mail address is juliacarter@dpe.ie (I'm an Irish Civil Servant from England!!) if anyone is interested.

Kind regards Julia Carter

 

Jane Parnell (nee Carter)  pupil 1979 -1984

I E mailed you a while back after your advert in the paper but shortly after my computer broke. I eventually got it fixed but forgot all about