Ever too late to learn?

Ah … the under-age joys of the sneaky Woodbine behind the bike shed at school during the dinner break – and the suspicious sniffs of the teacher as he loitered around my desk afterwards. “You’ve been smoking boy! HeadMasters’ Office – NOW!’

We all knew what that meant. Six of the best and a solemn promise (extracted under duress, I might add), to never do it again…

“You (whack) will (whack) not (whack} smoke (whack) in (whack) my (whack) school”.

He was an aged authoritarian, that…

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