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Had a maths teacher who if he caught you chewing in class he'd sellotape the offending piece of gum into your maths book,at the end of term your book would be about 9" thick. If he caught you talking you had to sit in the front on the classroom facing the wall and others caught would be made to sit behind you and so on, he called it the train. Horrible fecker.
 

I live there....in my village about a mile up the hill, all of the women look like Anne Widdecombe. Frightening!
The wrinkled stocking types come in by the coachload every weekend to pay homage to Nora, the Kate Moss for the over 65s
A visit to The Picturedrome is on my to-do list, are there plenty of places to stay overnight ?.
 
A visit to The Picturedrome is on my to-do list, are there plenty of places to stay overnight ?.
A visit to The Picturedrome is on my to-do list, are there plenty of places to stay overnight ?.
There is an OK hotel right next door called The Old Bridge. A short cab ride up the road will take you to Hepworth where there is various holiday lets, Yurts etc. Picturedrome is a great venue. Saved from Weatherspoons with a last minute preservation order. A few B&Bs in the town as well.
 

Had a maths teacher who if he caught you chewing in class he'd sellotape the offending piece of gum into your maths book,at the end of term your book would be about 9" thick. If he caught you talking you had to sit in the front on the classroom facing the wall and others caught would be made to sit behind you and so on, he called it the train. Horrible fecker.
Sounds good to me. Society needs respect for boundaries. He established them, kids tested them. He spared their lives.
 
When I was 13 (1949) I had a fall in the playground football game. Hit my head on a windowsill and split my eyebrow, blood everywhere. They took me to the headmaster's study where he inspected the cut and declared that it needed stitching. He got out his pristine white handkerchief, folded it several times, ran it under the cold tap and told me to press it hard on the cut. He then asked me did I know where Alder Hey hospital was and I said 'yes'. He gave me threepence for the bus fare and that was it. I was on my own! The postscript to this is that I remembered that my Dad was working at home that day, so I went home and he took me to the hospital in his old van. I made threepence on the deal.
 
Went to a CB school where the CB's used a 'strap' on bad kids. Regularly sent for the strap to the headmasters office. Noticed one day it was made in a factory in Ireland. Imagine that as your chosen profession "oh yeah I make leather straps for beating children"
Spare the rod, spoil the child. I had similar. Fear of the strap was much greater than actually receiving it, I eventually discovered. And it stopped a lot of little shoits acting like little shoits as I recall.
 

In secondary school in Liverpool (about 1949) there was once some trouble. The headmaster called a special assembly and everyone congregated in the school hall. After a while, the door at the rear of the hall crashed open and the headmaster came down the central aisle carrying a big wooden club with a nail knocked through it. He got on the stage and waved the club about and threatened to use it on anyone who continued with whatever trouble it was.
We had a teacher who doubled up as PE teacher. If it was raining we had to go in the school hall. He had a long piece of rope and at one end he tied three Indian clubs. We then had to stand in a circle and he stood in the middle swinging the rope. We had to jump over the rope. If it caught your legs it wrapped around until the Indian clubs rapped your shins. You then had to go and sit on the stage and watch. We learned that it didn't pay to be there at the end as the rope would be coming round at chest high. Physical violence seemed a normal part of the school day!lol

It wasn’t called violence, it was discipline......
 

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