Alwyn Gillen the thick bastard games teacher and fascist bully and utter CUNT
fucking hated me, mainly for not being a mud-swallowing jockstrap games obsessed twunt.... which I wasn't for a fairly good reason.

Despite my fully diagnosed and relatively rare chidlhood heart condition, which meant that I was not supposed to do ANY games (which when you are a kid in a school full of hearty Rugby types is NOT a good start) Gillen used to make me run round the field "instead" of doing sport.

He persisted in this thuggish activity until my Cardiologist made a 100 mile round trip to help him understand that when (not if) I suffered a heart attack he would personally make sure that Gillen was done for manslaughter. NAturally he redoubled his efforts to humilliate me in every posssible way, and on every possible occasion.

I realise now that Gillen must have been completely out-of-control because how/why could he have been allowed to make a kid do that shit, when there was a clear medical imperative.... well known to all, including the Head Teacher.... but, hey this was the 70s.

Anyhooo.

The funniest thing that happened was after I left... and I mean properly left... twenty years later I met the fucker.

By this time I was not a scrawny close-to-death pale, heart-diseased and flaccid BastardBoy.... but an over-compensating-for-childhood-weaklingness, ripped to within an inch of improbability fit fella, three and a half-feet taller, and happy to take revenge Mo'Fo.

I saw him on the street.

In London.

Six in the twilit winter evening.

Deffo him. There couldn't be two.

"Gillen", I called, to be sure. His turn-round "who said my name" look fixed it.

I had never before - and have never since - set out physically to hurt a fellow human being, it just ain't my thang.

But, I hit him. Just once: full square in the face, and as hard as I possibly could, just as hard as I could manage. His nose had obviously been broken several times before, but as is bletched blood I laughed with pure joy... proper laughed, released decades of pent-up inadequacy and hatred... real catharsis.

Enjoyment of revenge, it is the best thing to come out of school.
(bastardboy loves his mummeh, but hoo is daddeh?, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 16:51, 2 replies)

JUSTICE!

I like!
(jackhiggs no longer a v!rgin as of..., Fri 30 Jan 2009, 16:56, closed)

I ENVY you!

(idle insomniac enjoys listening to Sigur Rós at stupid hours, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 23:26, closed)