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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
I was rubbish at cross country running too, but my best friend was good and she used to drag me along with her.
A lot of the girls would stop and have a fag behind farmer Nelson's barn otherwise I think I would have been last.
I was (with Pat's encouragement) usually in the first ten back to base.
The games mistress used to take binoculars so that she knew who had taken a long time behind the barn...she would smell their breath for the smell of ciggies and they would have to be outside the Headmasters office the next morning.
Cross country running was always the last lesson on a Wednesday...and it put me off all sport too...I hated it.
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As the song goes, "yes I remember it well"; think yourself lucky Margaret, I and many other lads had to do the same as the lasses whilst under the mean and watchful gaze of Milton Suthers; he did treat everyone equally though, the piece of rubber V belt that he used in place of a cane brought on the ritual of not daring to cry or even sniffle in front of your class mates.
After saying the above, I still believe that corporal punishment should never have been banded; used without malice it did no harm.
Your's Taddy.