Right or Wrong?
I had attended a catholic primary school before escaping to the relative tranquillity of St Anne’s Prep. The catechism lessons …

It is now 2026, I have just realized I started this blog way back in 2016, it's the ten year anniversary. I am ten years older, the readers are ten years older and for all I know, may be falling by the wayside. As I left Xavs in 1965 at the age of sixteen and am now 77 going on 78, I am wondering - how long will it be sensible to keep this going?
Do you remember your old school days? Did YOU go to Xaverian College before it turned into a co-ed sixth form college? If so, please drop me a line and we will include any memories in this blog. The opinions expressed in this site are purely personal and hopefully, light-hearted. If you would prefer your contribution to remain anonymous, please let me know and I will include it without your name and this will then remain confidential. Send your memories to: Xavs email
I had attended a catholic primary school before escaping to the relative tranquillity of St Anne’s Prep. The catechism lessons …
Mr Lackey taught me geography at Xaverian and it was no small feat to actually get me a GCE ‘o’ …
The photographs I’ve manage to assemble include class year photos and my own school reports. I always remember my time …
Maybe someone still has one or more of their Xaverian school reports or even their children who find one in …
By Norbet ‘Nodge’ Carnegie Paris, August 1962. I wonder who took the photograph – a copy of which was kindly …
My very last day at Xavs arrived – sometime in May 1965. It had already become obvious to me (and …
Somehow these remained at the back of a drawer at my parent’s house for many years. I found them when …
Mr Crotty took me for Geography at Ward Hall, my first year at Xaverian. His teaching technique was, shall we …
“Those of us who had migrated from the Prep School found the new intake of 11 plus boys to be …
Mr Charles Sellars was our music teacher. For some reason he didn’t like me. This sometimes happens and I don’t …