A Wee Bit Harsh

DG's response doesn't deserve to be tucked away as a comment, particularly as his world has went full circle and he now probably comes across similar facilities each Saturday with his beloved bunch of fraudsters. 'Mr Nicholson was terrifying. Even his car, a tank-like silver and maroon Austin Cambridge, was frightening. Remember the old TP toilets next to the bike shed? Dark and smelly with tiny windows ten feet off the gound, like dungeons? Once in, I think, P2 I left classs to go for a pee. I was standing there quite happily relieving myself when I saw Nicholson striding towards me purposefully. I was quite unconcerned until he came in to the john, grabbed me and delivered a hefty slap. My crime? Taking a slash against the wall, rather than in the urinal. I hadn't realised I was doing anything wrong but I soon got the message. For years afterwards, I was dreading Nic telling the whole school about my stupidity.I'm not sure today's kids would benefit from the massive inferiority complex which our generation were handed by our brutal elders. My memories of TP teachers are almost all negative, from Mrs Macanulla preaching about the SNP and throwing me out of the choir, through to Mrs Dale with her eagerness to find fault and inability to give praise.'