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The fact that I was never caned at Grammar School is a debt I owe to one man, Norman Lucas the Headmaster at Midhurst. By being my Headmaster that man saved me from setting some sort of record for beatings. “Luke” as he was affectionately, and I mean that sincerely, known was determined that corporal [...]

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I doubt that anyone will be surprised to learn that I was generally considered the most argumentative child that most of my Masters could remember teaching. Just after I started Third Form, aged 13 I got into a stand-up row with the RE Master. I’d got on my high horse about something and he made [...]

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My thanks to Micky for his post on boys and bikes, it prompted a happy memory which I’d like to share. When I was 12 the mother of one of my school friends (yes I had one or two) and my Mum hatched the idea that a Youth Hostelling holiday on the Isle of Wight [...]

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There really isn’t much to say about number 11, it’s pretty self explanatory so I’ll move on to number 12. This is another story I told some time ago but it bears retelling, anyone that missed it first time round may find it amusing and a very good example of what happens when you push [...]

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Right, having dealt with the unpleasant events of fact number 9 let’s move on to the rather lighter events of fact number 10. You’ve probably gathered by now that I was a skinny child although Mum always tried to persuade me that ‘slim’ was a much more attractive word. When I was 11, during my [...]

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Part of this story is quite serious, it was one of the worst times of my tenth year and demonstrates the parlous state of child psychology in the 60s. After a couple of months being molested every weekend I reacted by becoming a bed wetter. I had absolutely no history of night time accidents since [...]

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First up from the list of 33 odd facts is number 7, a story I told some time ago but which bears retelling as it graphically illustrates the boy I once was. This is a funny story although, for me, it wasn’t at the time. It became one of my Mother’s stock tales calculated to [...]

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I had a highly productive day yesterday. I spent three hours in hospital finally having the physical evidence of being used as a sixteen year old human yo-yo removed. It was my first experience of undergoing surgery while still awake, although quite heavily sedated, and it was very strange listening to the surgeon and the [...]

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The next morning I was given two envelopes, one addressed to my Games Master and one addressed to the Headmaster. The one to the Headmaster went to his secretary of course one could hardly expect the man himself to take notice of the trivial matter of a broken Fourth Former. Delivering the other letter to [...]

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We finally got in to see the doctor and I was asked to do my customary underpants only performance. I’d looked up scoliosis and didn’t like what I’d read so I sort of forgot to mention it to my parents, hoping that it would go away. It hadn’t gone away, it was the first thing [...]

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