1st one folks so take it easy....
As a regular ‘target’ of the local farmer boy thugs, constant victimisation was merely part and parcel of everyday school life for me it’s sad to say.

I foolishly thought moving from a rough little school in the heart of Birmingham to a quiet little village primary school, I would have been in good standing to hold my own. I didn’t bank on the fact that these guys had been shifting hay bales and chasing farm animals all their life, so they were used to a good hiding. They weren’t however used to having some cheeky little stranger beating them with quick wits and a very dry sense of humour, so needless to say I spent the majority of school life receiving regular beatings.

One particular time involved undercutting the black market sweet guy (chewing gum and other niceties were banned, resulting in a prime opportunity to triple pocket money). When the fat git found out about this he promised me a hiding, so I carefully raised my voice as a teacher walked past, voicing my opinion that he shouldn’t be selling sweets to diabetics or something. Needless to say he got a detention, lost a weeks stock, and I got pinned up against a tree so that each of his customers could crack me in the face. That lasted an entire lunch time.

The best one however was a long time coming, this little guy Doug, who was a little bit of a psycho (he’d stand about 4’6’’ and purposely seek out the biggest guy to have a scrap with regardless of the fact he’d never win, but he got left alone) I had apparently said something to stress him and again another hiding was promised to me. I actually spent a number of lunch times hiding from this guy. That just made things worse and sure enough word got around the school that he was looking for me, which, when he finally did catch up with me, meant that a great crowd had formed to see this fight of the week.

Cue us beating the crap out of each other for nearly 40 minutes, working through different fighting styles, me using my height, him running in and attacking my knees. We actually put on such a good show, we didn’t realise the bell had gone, and the playing field was empty save for a couple of teachers – who eventually broke things up.

To sum up, I told the teacher that we had been pushed into it, neither of us wanted to do it, but the crowd wouldn’t leave us alone, got away with it, and ALL the onlookers received a lunchtime detention! – Sure enough it just meant I got more kicking’s……

Sorry for the ramble, but that’s just me.
(Smokey J, Tue 14 Mar 2006, 8:56, Reply)