ever experienced physical violence once.
I was at
Hereford Sixth Form College at the time, 16-years-old I guess.
One day, our
geography teacher, Miss Caroline Smith (whom most people reckoned
I fancied the pants off, but the truth was I couldn't stand her
hairstyle), left the room. As soon as the door closed, Stephen,
a notoriously naughty classmate, pulled from his bag a load of
brand new stationary items such as Carandache coloured pencils,
hole punches and pairs of compasses. He told us how he'd nicked
them that morning from WHSmith, and wanted to sell them to us
Me being the
Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes that I was, I told Miss. Smith his little
secret as soon as she came back in.
that down, I was walking down Aylestone Hill when suddenly I was
flung forward onto the ground. Stephen had placed his foot with
great force right in the middle of my back.
was it, I went crazy! I stood up and smiled at him and carried
on walking (whilst gasping to recover my breath). Exciting heah?!
was one other incident: when I was about eleven years old, a load
of schoolmates were about to throw me in the nettles . I bit one
of them on the finger so hard that he screamed and they all dropped
Oh, and of
course there was a lot of violence exchanged between Jessie, my
younger sister, and myself. Playfights (especially those which
involved trying to oust the other from the sofa when watching
TV) caused countless bruisings and broken limbs.
Yes, as you
can see, physical violence has played an important part in my