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The School Bully

yes ray i noticed that...it was just a general reminder to all members not to anyone in particular
 
I never suffered from bullies among the kids in school much. I remember a drawn-out fight with the toughest kid in class in one primary school but that was just a one off and not as one-sided as it might have been. Next primary school one kid and a couple of his mates tried to gang up on me so I punched the one in the middle (the biggest of them). Turned out he had a glass jaw and I put him in hospital for a while. They never tried that again.
I did have problems with the PE teacher in Grammar school but that was more attitude than anything. He only hit me once.
 
I was bullied at St John Wall in Handsworth in the 80s. The school swept everything under the carpet and appeared to turn a blind eye so bullies had free reign. There was no such thing as mentors or MH councillors in those days, you were left to get on with it the best way you could. The PE teacher at that school was also a bully and enjoyed parading latecomers on the stage in front of everyone else at assembly...
 
when i was milk monitor at elliot st i collected all the dregs and old slops that was in the bottles, and filled a bottle.put a cap on and give it to the school bully of a morning he never knew .i would like to say sorry. :joy::joy: But i am not.
 
I met my school bully in my first year at Ilmington boys school. This lad wasn’t big, scrawny and scruffy actually but was an real scrapper with massive confidence. Although he never laid a hand on me he would make us do tasks like get him a drink, do his shoe laces up etc or else. His main aim though was to take your lunch off you. One day I told my elder sister so she decided to make me a chocolate muffin type of cake, the difference being that the chocolate layer was mixed with two packets of ex lax ( chocolate flavoured laxatives). He took the bait and we didn’t see him for a few days, sadly it was only temporary. As I grew up I always thought I’d flatten his nose if I ever met him. Sure enough in my mid thirties I did a house call in line with my job and he answered the door. He was still little, scruffy, smelly and pathetic, his appearance saved his nose I suppose.
 
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