[kirklancaster]

I was a little angel until Grammar school, where I got plenty of cane and Big Bertha.

My friend and I once 'twagged off' school with our girlfriends who were in our class and spent a beautiful Summer's day on 'Lover's Hill' a local beauty spot. The next day all four of us were summoned to the headmaster's office and 'sentenced to 6 strokes of the cane for us boys and 3 for each girl - I kid you not. After a bit of quick thinking, I said: "Please Sir, I would like for us boys to receive the girl's punishment in addition to our own because it was our fault that they are here - We talked them into playing truant against their wishes".

It worked a treat on the 'Stiff upper lip, Old Fashioned' head, and he actually commended me for my chivalry, dismissed the girls without punishment and reduced our sentence to just 3 strokes each. It still hurt like hell though.