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Odd facts about Malcolm, numbers 20 & 21 – part 2…

Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 29th, 2010

I’d made my decision so on Thursday I turned up for my viola lesson and gave my teacher the good news, she was delighted. How does a nearly 16 year break something like that to his parents? The only thing to do was talk to the one Master that I completely trusted. The man who’d [...]

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Odd facts about Malcolm, numbers 20 & 21 on the list…

Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 28th, 2010

OK, back to the list and a pretty horrendous sequence of events, even by my extreme standards. This was something that started out being very good and degenerated into something very bad. It’s going to take more than one post to tell this story because the details are important. In February 1969 I sat my [...]

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The only reason I never got caned…

Posted in Discipline, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 26th, 2010

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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Odd facts about Malcolm, number 15 on the list…

Posted in Detention, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 25th, 2010

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 first taste of freedom, sort of…

Posted in Cycling, Holidays, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 24th, 2010

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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Questions and maybe some answers…

Posted in Abuse, Mental Archaeology, Questions on Jul 23rd, 2010

My post about the unpleasant incident when I lost my virginity at the age of 10 sparked a chain of thought and some questions. Given the traumatic nature of the experience why didn’t I simply go to my Mum and tell her what had happened? There’s one very shallow and unconvincing answer which is that [...]

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Odd facts about Malcolm, number 12 on the list…

Posted in Bullying, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 21st, 2010

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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Odd facts about Malcolm, number 10 on the list…

Posted in Health, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 20th, 2010

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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Odd facts about Malcolm, number 9 on the list…

Posted in Abuse, Mental Archaeology, Pain, Rape on Jul 19th, 2010

Despite the horrendous number of drugs I’m still taking I’ve decided it’s time to get back to writing. I was tempted to pass over number 9 in my list and go straight to number 10 but then I remembered why I started this blog. The purpose of writing about my childhood and teenage years is [...]

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Odd facts about Malcolm, number 8 on the list…

Posted in Bed Wetting, Health, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 10th, 2010

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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