Bert P was asking about a TP reunion next year and highlighted it would be our Ruby anniversary from moving from Troon Primary to Marr College. Got me thinking of the choices available for the rite of passage. The whins, the bin or the bog. The whins was the hill that faced the railway where seniors would take a sprog and with one taking arms and one legs there would be a 1,2.3 and then a lad propelled down the hill straight into the prickly whins below. The bin was the metallic structure on the wall that housed the bins, again a sprog would be placed in bin, legs astride of the rusting metal and then the seniors would push and pull the legs, leading to many a watery eye. The final option was the jobby hairwash, with a sprog being frog marched into the medieval sandstone lavatories and head placed down the armitage shanks and plug pulled. Fact or Fiction? I certainly witnessed 2.
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