Class mate, reminds me of Mrs Brown our French teacher at Red House Comp. Bitch used to creep up behind you and whack you over the head with a bunch of keys a prison wardon would be proud of, used to knack as well, i've still got the scars. Now they can't even raise their voices at pupils.
There was a teacher at Hylton Road school used to chuck blackboard rubbers those old solid wood ones, at your head if he thought you weren't paying attention. One of the women teachers used to hit us over the knuckles with the EDGE of a ruler, God I hated her with a passion. But it did make us concentrate harder hahahahaha
Yep, had all that mate. Mr Burridge used to bend you over (careful) and lash your arse with half a desk top that he'd neatly carved a handle on, a bit like a giant table tennis bat, then make you sign the ****ing thing as you were lying there sobbing your heart out, sadistic **** or what? Jimmy Savilles got **** all on these ****s i tell ya. Good times though mate eh?
Nice one about the Pom in Karratha mate, I have to start work out there at the end of January so I'm really looking forward to it after reading that , hope its cooled down a bit by then.
I certainly remember more good than bad and no one and I mean no one answered back or gave the teachers stick. (If they wanted to stay in school! ) I hated the slipper more than the cane, pain lasted all day with the slipper or ****ing training shoe that looked like it belonged to a ****ing giant. Many a time went home with a bruised arse and unable to sit down. hahaha
Enjoy yourself mate. And don't worry the bloke who wrote that was exaggerating........................... He only spent $2,000 on palms.
Aye, anah, there was no ****er in our school wore a size 15 but the PE teacher had a size 15 trainer that he use on you if you got caught bunking off Cross Country, I ****ing hated Cross Country.
<<<<< A cigarette and a couple of matches stuffed into our socks and me and my mates were sorted for Cross Country. Handy group of bushes half way, by the time the others were on their way back, we would have finished our tabs and waited till the last few were nearly passed us, leap out and join the run back to school. In all the years at school I don't think I ever finished one legitimately. hahaha If the PE teacher decided to join us or worse still a student PE teacher who took his job seriously, I always managed to fall near the start and writhe about in agony.
We had teachers at the Pennywell Academy for young ladies and gentlemen who did the same. Mr.A (an epileptic) chucked the blackboard rubber at you, you obviously ducked and upon returning to a sitting position the scary b*stard was there and commenced strangling you. Mrs L was the one who hit across the knuckles. Like you say it bloody hurt. Loved the place tho. Had a PE teacher with the nickname "tin of bread". Where the f*ck that came from I will never know.
Same here mate, we used to run a couple of hundred yards till out of sight then hang a right turn and make our way to Witherwack shops for a couple of No6 singles or Park Drive if we were really skint and a Savoury Dip from the butchers. One day the teacher must have gotten wise to us or some pleb shopped us? he let us all get away and as usual we ended up at the shops but the crafty twat had ran ahead of us up the back road and when we turned the corner he was waiting for us. Bastards, caught red handed. Obviously we got the usual six lashes across the arse with Mr Size 15. Like you said, the cane used to knack but only short term, the slipper lasted all day. Thinking back, they were right sadistic bastards at Red House and i'm sure they must have spent their spare time trying to conjour up new ways of inflicting pain and humiliation on us. If any of you ever went to Red House in the early seventies you may remember this one. A kid from Downhill (carrots) was caught tossing himself off in the back of the class so they made him go up on the stage in Assembly and tell the entire school that he was a ****er, ****ing brilliant, you can imagine the laughter when he said it? then they caned to poor **** on stage. Humiliation and brutality all in one. ****ing priceless.
