Secondary School Wasn't The Happiest Time Of My Life...
Things at home weren't stable, and I certainly wasn't happy at school - the usual - bullying and such.

However, this being the 80's - Political Correctness, especially in terms of Race was a big deal. A couple of girls decided they would play on this, they did - swearing in front of teachers - because they knew they could - with impunity, that kind of thing.

Now, one such girl in my form group decided she was going to drop me in the shit, for what I cannot remember and decided she'd make a complaint to my Head of House [I went to a cattle-class Comprehensive School with delusions of grandeur.]

Mr Watkins was his name, and being a fat bearded pipe smoking bloke, [not unlike myself, except he was significantly larger than I am today, and I forgo the pipe also], had a habit of bellowing at pupils down the long School corridors...

"CAESCARNA!!!" he bellowed one day, and after I'd re-entered my skin, proceeded to quiz me about my whereabouts on a particular day - in light of the accusations that I'd been shouting racist abuse and throwing stones[*] at the plaintiff in question.

I replied that - no - this wasn't the case, and in fact it couldn't possibly be true, as at the alleged time that the alledged incident took place - I was in the middle of a CSE exam...

[*] I've never shouted racist abuse, nor hurled stones at anyone, before or since.
(caescarna Hell's Roomba, Wed 23 Jun 2010, 17:10, Reply)