Wait til your Dad gets home... Words that filled a generation of kids with dread. Waiting for him to get home was a living nightmare. Me and Ponty heard the words quite a lot, good old days.
Mrs Uttley at Manor Road infants was my first experience with the rubber plimsole. Mindenhall treat it like an art form though. I am sure he used to pretend he was conducting the orchestra.
I can only remember getting a proper smack once and that was when me and my sister, for some reason, made the other kids in our street eat poppies! We told them they'd be like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. they all ended up in Pinderfields. We both got a smack for that!
Quote from a Medical forum ''ADHD may run in families,'' No **** Sherlock, parents who are useless **** for brains pillocks have kids that are useless **** for brains pillocks. No brainer, we all see them in Asda every week, kids running riot, parents dressed like slobs shouting at the kids who take no notice. Never mind letting parents hit their kids, just let me wallop them idiots that can't control their kids, it might not be PC but it would make me feel better.
