Quote Originally Posted by splott parker View Post
Was it mixed when you were there? It was two separate schools in my time, boys school & girls school. We entered by the same main gate though. One day my missus walked down the drive minus her beret, he collared her and bollocked her, he went to see another charmer, the head of the girls school, Sister Mary Christopher to make her aware of his impending punishment, she readily agreed.

The next morning he made her stand on the stage during boys assembly, obviously, with her beret on. What a strange occurrence that was for us having our normal ‘Hail Marys’, ‘Our Fathers’ & ‘Glory Bes’ with a young girl, she may have been about thirteen I s’pose, standing stock still next the him while he went through his daily repertoire. Our houses were back to back so I knew her, our mothers were old school friends, but most of the boys were wondering what the f*ck was going on and who she was. How demeaning and, yes, she couldn’t stand him either and didn’t shed a tear over his recent ‘stop engines’.
Brutal man. Believe it or not, he's still with us. It was mixed when I was there. Here's one. Because I am left handed, sometimes I would get ink on my hand because it would run across the writing. He pulled me up in front of the whole school in assembly and absolutely murdered me, stood on a stage while he told the Rest of the school that I obviously don't wash and my family can't afford soap. I was 12.