In this world of PeeCeeGawnMaaad I was recalling those happy days of thuggish, perverted teachers who seem to have now sadly been replaced by hand-wringing do-gooders. How I laughed when, as an 8 year old, my head was smashed together with that of my school chum for talking during a reading circle. I was then made to read my turn through tears, snot and seeing stars. We also saw the funny side when Mr Hethrington, our adorably thuggish PE teacher, thumped an 11 year old boy in the bollocks so hard that he had to be taken to casualty. Of course the charge of assult didn't exist back then, so Mt H. was quietly transferred to another school. How we missed him. And good old Mr Prigmore, another PE teacher who, when not trying to shag the French teacher, used to delight the 13 year old gilrs by walking through their changing rooms when they were getting undressed. They were so jealous when he was finally accused of fondling one of the girl's tits. Again, this little minx probably made the whole thing up so Mr P. was quietly transferred over to another school. Ahhh, those were the days.