Back in 2007, me and my wife anticipated the birth of our first child. In her third trimester we did all the things you are supposed to do. I decorated the nursery, while she purchased baby clothes, nappies, and a pram. We went to prenatal groups and met other parents to be. And in the evenings we watched the first 11 series of Grange Hill.
This obsession was triggered by a chance find at her parents house. At the back of a cupboard one wet Sunday afternoon we discovered a BBC Video Grange Hill VHS, which was an edited version of the first series. We watched it and loved it, as both of us had been huge fans as children. It left us wanting more, and sure enough Ebay came up with the goods. There were lots of people selling decent DVD versions, mostly recordings from the Sunday morning repeats shown on BBC2 in the nineties.
We got the first eleven series, the year after the Harriet the donkey storyline. Before we made this decision, we brainstormed our last Grange Hill memory banks, settling on the ‘Fresh and Fly’ storyline which is part of this season. This was broadcast in 1988. In 1989, both of us started work, leaving the world of children’s TV sadly behind, proving as well that we both watched well beyond the age we were supposed to.
Every evening, when I got home from work, we would watch a minimum of six episodes. We watched little else. Each lasts about 25 minutes, and so we raced through the years. Within a week Tucker went from fresh faced youngster to becoming the UK Fonzie. Soon Pongo, Claire and Stu-pot ruled the roost, swiftly followed by Zammo’s gang. And before too long, it was Gonch, Calley and Danny Kendall getting up to no good.
And of course, Roland, possibly the most fascinating of all the GH characters. Some may see him as a figure of fun, but I think his storyline is deeply moving. This poor child, who like most of us just wants to be at home eating crisps watching Trumpton, but instead has to endure school and bullies and games teachers. Watching his story unfurl after all these years was wonderful, particularly his sweet relationship with kind and loyal Janet. I like to think that Roland is out there somewhere, in his early fifties, maybe working a staff canteen or a greasy spoon cafe.
We managed to get to the end of the DVD’s a couple of days before my daughter entered the world. She was a fortnight late, and I wish she was half as considerate these days as she was then. Even now at the ripe age of 11 she turns her head every time she hears the theme tune Chicken Man, given the number of times she heard it whilst floating in the amniotic sac. Me and my wife often talk of watching through again, especially now the first six series are available commercially, but somehow, it wouldn’t seem the same. Those pre-children days seem so carefree, where you could fill your spare time with any old rubbish. Now, time on our own seems more precious.
Which leads me nicely to this paperback. Its a curious story, set between series 5 and 6, involving plans for a ‘School Journey’. Mrs McClusky gets an idea in her head that the children have been working too hard over the past five years, and that some sort of a school trip would be in order. The teachers get together and finalise plans for a walking holiday to Austria. The teachers get equal billing, meaning chapters spent in staff rooms and pubs as well as the classroom, with Mr Baxter, Mr Hopwood, Ms Lexington (good old Sexy Lexy) and gang having as much to do as Zammo and Pogo. They even manage to shoehorn a way to get Tucker into the mix.
The school journey itself doesn’t actually get underway until two-thirds into the book, by which time the story has well and truly run out of steam. The trip is as artificial as the photo on the front cover, where Annette and Pogo clearly went to stand in front of a poster of an airport rather than Heathrow itself. There is also a strange subplot concerning Gripper and some Nazi memorabilia (which to be fair has a rather delicious punchline). Sadly, my beloved Roland doesn’t get a look-in either. The size of the school shrinks down to about a dozen, so lots of characters get sidelined, even Belinda and her cherished clarinet. The students who do feature lose their character somewhat, only Pogo and Jonah seeming anything like their onscreen personas. Time and again they are referred to as the ‘Grange Hillites’, which soon gets annoying.
Sadly, the author Robert Leeson is no longer with us, passing away in 2013. He wrote scores of books, writing this whilst in his mid-fifties. This wasn’t his only Grange Hill book, as another four were published under his name. How did I come to possess it? A friend saw it in a charity shop and thought I would like it, and to be fair, I did, even if the story is a bit strange.
Grange Hill has given me much pleasure over the years. I was sad when I heard it was finishing, and its no surprise there are many fan sites and clubs in existence. Buying all those DVD’s cost me a good hundred quid, but it certainly made the period leading up to my daugther’s birth a lot more bearable. Here in 2019, I have a daughter who has just started secondary school, and can’t help but wonder if it bears any resemblance to this. Or is it a bit more Rodney Bennett.