The Bucket of Filth – How Private Schools Breach Employment Rights


Quinton House School

O, but they say the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

I’m presently dying of colorectal cancer. I have nothing to lose from telling the truth about the disgusting people who run private schools.

I’ve just seen the result of my tribunal hearing. I sat through the hearing with a new Hartmanns procedure scar, a stoma bag and dosed up on cardiac medications. Despite this the tribunal ruled that there was no evidence of my having any health issues and ruled my claim out of time. Given that the school’s claims were rejected by the responsible agencies, they were forced to rely on a technicality and the tribunal duly obliged.

Everything that follows is absolutely true. It might seem unbelievable, but it can be proved. I have a copy of a “bucket of filth” document, plus an additional equally dishonest document. Every element can be shown to be untrue.

The disgusting people who put together this personal attack were well aware of my frail health. This may have been their motivation. I never asked for any allowances to be made nor sought any sympathy, but these qualities are not part of their makeup.

The bucket of filth is a well known bullying technique used by Britain’s private schools. Hoyle explained it by describing it as a “ bucket of shit.” I feel uncomfortable with His foul use of language.

You want to get rid of an inconvenient teacher? You stir up a bucket of filth which you then throw at the person, if they haven’t already resigned in fear. The usual expectation is that some of the filth will stick. The bucket of filth is a scare tactic. Hoyle, the headteacher wanted rid of me. I could leave quietly or be destroyed. I was offered the ability to resign or share a cell with Ian Huntley. I was even told that I was worse then Ian Huntly. In my case, the bucket of filth was so obviously contrived that I chose not to run from it. None of it stuck. The NCTL had a superb barrister who conducted a thorough investigation which resulted in my not being prohibited, without a hearing. The DBS, similarly, decided not to bar me. Hoyle, on the other hand, still spews from his bucket of filth. In reality, Hoyle forced my resignation with threats of violence. His bucket stains only him.

It became abundantly clear that there was no intention of discussing the bucket of filth. I was threatened with physical violence if I dared to enter the school again. The gutless wonders like Hoyle could have attended a tribunal to defend the contents of their bucket, but chose instead to use a technicality, which, among other things, cast doubt on my health issues. I was not prepared to swear to something which would put the complexities of my health in open court.

Had the school and company allowed the accusations where they belonged, in the public domain, they would face a class action from parents. They have maintained secrecy throughout.

May I introduce you to an exponent of this technique, a man without principle, one of the most vicious and vindictive people you could ever care to meet, a piece of filth as low as is possible. This is a man going by the name of Tim Hoyle. Believe it or not, he’s a headteacher.

The bucket of filth commissioned by Hoyle was bizarre to say the least.

Just before Christmas 2017, the nursery circulated an email flyer asking for volunteers to tell a story. I volunteered, told my story to the children, their teachers and the nursery nurse. That was my one and only contact with the nursery. I received a thank you Christmas card.

This event found it’s way into Hoyle’s bucket of filth. He told me that “there’s only one reason someone your age would want to tell stories to children.” When pressed he was either unable or unwilling to say what that reason was. There appears to be more than one reason. I tell stories because it’s fun to share. Why does Hoyle tell stories?

As an addenda to the storytelling, it was also alleged that I was somehow involved with the Brownies. There was no evidence other than “someone said.” Whoever “said” remained anonymous and nothing untoward was attached to the allegation, so why add it to the bucket? Presumably it encourages speculation. I have never had anything at all to do with the Brownies.

Muskin, an Assistant head come games teacher expressed the opinion that I suffer from undiagnosed Autism. He made several mistakes by not checking my background. In the late 60s and early 70s I trained as a psychiatric nurse and worked with a range of people including some on the autistic spectrum. You would have thought that someone would have noticed an autistic nurse. I married my wife, also a nurse, at that time. She didn’t notice and still doesn’t notice any obvious mental health issues. To diagnose a serious mental health issue you obviously need to employ vindictive games teachers. Muskin should read about libel. Mental Health accusations are difficult to defend.

Someone, probably Muskin, was obviously searching for filth about me on the Internet. They found something, I’m not sure what, there are lots of snippets to be found from deleted longer posts. What they found was about inappropriate behaviour involving a school. They assumed it was about me and assumed that it involved the school I was working at at the time . Muskin even declared, triumphantly, “that school was Frank Markham School.” He was so wrong. The School was Woking High School, a place I have never visited. I informed that school that they were being maligned on the Internet and ended up as part of complicated legal action. I eventually won and as a result of a complaint from me and others, the person concerned was made a vexatious litigant. The court transcript is on the web but would have been no use to Muskin. He just invented a piece of filth around a few unrelated snippets, and into Hoyle’s bucket it went. It is worth noting that I was granted judgment on the very issues that Muskin raises. I think it would be difficult to defend his actions.

Muskin threw himself (sic) into the bucket of filth. He came up with the idea that I was grooming girls, despite an investigation that found not a shred of evidence. His response, “I don’t need evidence, if I say it’s true, then it’s true.” A truly professional shithouse.

My classroom was a very open room. When there was space, teachers would often sit in to use a computer. There was regular traffic of people collecting printing or doing photocopying. Through the glass of the door you could see almost the entire room and what was on the teacher’s computer. It was alleged that the Head of English made the claim that she entered the room and found that I was looking at porn. She was alleged to have immediately reported it but an investigation by the technician found nothing. Given a time, date and a specific computer, anything untoward would quickly be found. It was one of the few things the police had an opinion about because the police liason officer was determined that there must be something. Nobody looks at porn just once. An extensive search of my computer account found nothing, but the allegation was never removed. The police liason officer was clearly not aware of the bucket of filth and that everything alleged was pure invention.

The Head of English earned her promotion by also alleging that I wrote paedophile pornography. No titles were mentioned. She also alleged that this site contains a story of two teenagers indulging in sexual activity. I challenge anyone to find it. Nothing has been deleted. My books are published using the name Roger Amadis. One is about George and the Dragon. One is about a Manticore. The other is about a girl trapped alone on an alien spaceship and the alien trapped on earth. Difficult topics for pornography.

From childhood I have had a lazy eye, which developed into amblyopia. My brain no longer processes signal from my right eye. As a result, the eye wanders off and does it’s own thing. I have limited control over my right eye. Now you wouldn’t think that someone could use a long established medical condition in their bucket of filth. Hoyle could and did. Apparently, my amblyopia isn’t a medical condition at all, but an excuse for me to look at students in a sexual way. I’m not even sure what that means. I suffered a lot of bullying when I was a child which was dealt with by teachers. It takes a particularly vindictive shit to initiate bullying on that basis.

I first started at the school as a supply teacher. I took the role seriously, prepared lessons, attended staff meetings and parents evening. Teaching was difficult because, although there were twenty five computers, one or more was often in need of repair. Many classes had twenty five or twenty sis students. Moving round the room and working with students one to one meant squeezing through gaps. Inevitably, I might brush against a student. When taking control of a mouse I might occasionally touch a hand. A few students complained to their tutor and my then line manager investigated and observed and concluded that my rushing around supporting a large class and being a bit clumsy meant these accidents sometimes happened. The main concern was with two teachers who had issues. Despite these allegations, I was offered and accepted a permanent role at the school. I was not aware of the allegations. When the bucket of filth was created, these allegations were thrown in with added descriptions like “fondling,” “touching up,” and “stroking,” None of these words were included in the original complaints.

The Head of HR, who I had never met until a few months ago, claimed that I told her that I had to get close to the screen and the students because I had very poor eyesight. The fact is that I have 20/20 vision in my left eye when I wear my glasses, which is always, and no useful vision in my right. Because it’s a lifetime condition, it’s not considered a disability and I’m allowed to drive. I do need, like everyone, to have a correct orientation to the computer screen. This means being seated, or in the absence of a chair, I would kneel. This is shown quite clearly in the school’s promotional video where I am filmed working one to one with a student while kneeling

A student with ADHD and other issues came to me and said

. the Deputy Head, says, “you’re weird.” He also told me that she had says that I “was to be sacked for touching up the girls.” I raised this with Mrs Goody, who assured me, “that’s just W and his ADHD. I’ll have a word with him.” It was therefore something of a surprise to find that the bucket of filth contained a statement from W alleging that I was “weird,” and that I, “touched up all the girls.” He said that he’d “never seen it, but knew it was true.” When asked to sign the statement, he refused, saying that “it never happened and was all a joke.” Hoyle clearly needed the statement and underplayed the withdrawal. The fact is that he had allegations of serious sexual assaults. His duty was to inform the police. He chose not to.

One lunchtime I was walking down the footpath between the main building and the sports hall. I caught my foot against a stone, slipped and fell. I was helped to my feet by two students. Unknown to me a student was asked to make a statement after telling a teacher about the incident and saying that I stumbled and fell and touched her leg. I have no idea if I did, but I was grazed, cut and bleeding and concerned because of anticoagulants. Muskin rewrote the story to suggest that I acted deliberately and failed to report the incident for that reason. I had asked for an entry to be made in the accident book but that has mysteriously disappeared.

During June, Mrs. Goody called me into her office and told me that unless I resigned, she was going to bring a disciplinary against me for inviting students to my home. I told her not to be so ridiculous. She then told me that the School’s Head and the Head of the Primary School had been sacked because of me. I am unable to check with them because of settlement agreements and non disclosure agreements. Nothing more happened during that academic year.

A check was made with every school and agency I worked for. Nothing untoward was found, which was regarded as suspicious.

The police did a full check and found no criminal record or any other police intelligence. This was recorded as suspicious. Apparently it is unusual for someone of my age not to have come to the attention of the police. Not even a speeding ticket.

My health was called into question. I have diiabetes with multiple neuropathies, a serious heart condition and am on antticoagulants. It is recorded in the bucket as untrue because “nobody would work like that.”

The TA in charge of the homework club sent an email to all staff saying that my computing club run at the same time was havoc. While it was true that the room was havoc, I had only two students. One year seven girl who worked independently and a year seven boy who was always on task but occasionally asked for help. The cow maligned two decent students not her own lack of control.

In October, the allegation of my inviting girls to my home was raised again as a new discovery. It became the initiation for the bucket of filth. Hoyle ranted and raved in a reception full of parents, students and staff saying I was worse than Ian Huntley.he then sent me off to teach. Bizarre.

I live an hours drive from the school and drive a tiny utilitarian car. The girls, if they exist, claimed that I invited them home to print their 3D work. This was apparently the last week of the previous Autumn term, eleven months earlier. I had allowed the students to use whatever utilities they wanted. 3D design seemed an unusual choice because year 9 had never been taught it.

It happens that no 3D design had been produced, so there was nothing to print. The girls and slt assumed that you simply pressed print and got something. They knew nothing of my submission procedure on the VLE or the complexities of gcode and my need to check work. It was clearly mischief.

But it was alleged that I intended to put the girls in my tiny car and drive them somewhere. It obviously never happened.

Hoyle claimed to have evidence of an abduction. He should have informed the police. He chose not to.

A few porn accesses by students were picked up by the firewall and dealt with by slt. A student entered “porn” into google during one on my lesson and got a page of indecent imagez. I reported it to the technicians and slt. The technicians fixed the firewall breach and the student action was written off as a stupid act. It appears in the bucket as my fault.

All of this, from a three year period, was raised at the same time. I was subject to an arraignment and nothing I said was properly recorded. They had their evidence. They did want me to be heard. I believe the submissions to NCTL and DBS were at the insistence of the local LADO.

One of the worst parts of my treatment was when random students would ask me, “are you a paedophile, sir.” Hoyle had told everyone to be wary of me. One student even alleged that I said that being a paedophile was acceptable. Absolute nonsense. Being a criminal is never acceptable.

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