And it isn't riting we are talking about! Back in the infants at Oliver Goldsmith's again! We had outside toilets, even at that tender age, so this probably happened in May-Sept 1957, as any other time, using the cubicles would've meant being chiselled off the throne with an ice-pick!

Now, litte boys cannot or at least then could not resist running into the girls' loos. Getting caught meant Miss scolding you, slapping legs and bottom, then a dire warning that any repeat offence would see you delivered to the Headmistress for a REAL spanking!

We also believed this real spanking was what was delivered to those horrors caught red-handed gazing over the top of the toilet doors at girls on the throne, no "friendly" warning slaps here! Unsubstansiated rumours abounded that the slipper was in use for this, and the real sickos reckoned it was with trousers and pants down-as this was not unknown for some of us, boys or girls, at home.

And when one little snotty madam in our class called Cherry came back from a visit to the Headmistress's study accompanied by a severe-looking Miss Dutton and a howlingly tearful boy who appeared to be struggling to fasten his trousers up,we realised it might be just that & the bloody girl was invited to see it happen!

Anyone with a brain would have called it quits there & then. Well, not me! Thinking that my kiss-chases after my girlfriend didn't really count, as she often chased me into the gents, I went on with my wooing of Frances(not her real name). She was dark-haired & a Catholic & I chose the pseudonym because of this site's honourable Fran-my girl always wore green knickers, you see!

One break-time we were busily engaged in the usual toilet trail, if not toilet talk! Love often makes you a lot of things, including forgetful. If one of you wants to break things off to use the facilities, then it's not socially acceptable to clamour and yell silly things as you gawp at them over the toilet door.

It was also the wrong day to do it, as Mrs Savage(by name & nature!) was on playground duty and caught one miscreant inflagrante dilecto dangling and giggling. You hope,as the dangler, that, as the three of you make you way at the speed of light to the Headmistress's study, that Mrs Savage has seen the whole episode and knows you are not alone in sinning.

You keep hoping that, even after the summoned Miss Dutton and the HM express the opinion that such a crime as this is beyond comprehension and without precedent in the annals of education. Even after the gawped-at victim is consoled and invited to accompany you & Mrs Savage, who volunteers to deal with it in the appointed manner, you keep pleading that it wasn't just you.

Right up until Mrs Savage has you stood in the storeroom with the door closed, to attention by a gym horse, with obvious intent(that's you at attention, not the door!), you are still hoping justice will prevail-it does, but it's gonna be frontier justice!

Meanwhile, the victim has been stood a way back-to watch, and to not caught by the swinging arm? At least, that's what the victim is hoping is their level of involvement & that it ain't their turn shortly!!

At least I was, 'cos Frances had been the one caught gawping at ME! As I stood there, I was still petrified Mrs Savage was warming up on Frances before I got my medicine. However, one consolation, no slipper in sight.

Not needed, as I discovered in the brief period between Mrs Savage saying Right, and turning Frances over the gym equipment. Especially as there was an even briefer period between Mrs Savage pinning Frances into position with one firm hand and hauling down her tartan skirt with the other.

I never had time to be shocked or thrilled, as it was vest & t-shirt yanked up & knickers right down in a flash(and they were white that day), followed by 4 hand-spanks that may have been atomic ferocity to my 5-year old mind, or really were bloody fierce.

And my heart was in my mouth as Mrs Savage eased her grip & began"And now Stephen,".Not without good cause, as she went on "You will now discover why we cannot ABIDE liars" and Frances's protestations that I'd started it all were rejected as a further SIX rapid smacks descended on her bare bottom.

The noise the poor girl made after that defies description, but the look she gave me after getting dressed & heading back to the classroom with Mrs Savage doesn't. Pure, unadulterated hate! Needless to say, that love affair was a dead duck forthwith, as I should have been, too. Good job they never asked me any questions!!

Well, you good posters are the first people in nearly 50 years to know about this. It didn't start my interest in CP(I Think!), but it left me very ambivalent. I was so embarrased for Frances, at least for all of 10 secs, but I recall I was more s******y, and glad I managed to keep a solemn if pop-eyed face as it happened.Thank Christ there were no mobile phones or camcorders then, as I dread to think what I might have done to get happy slapping on the map in advance!

So, the 3rd R is ARSE, which I got an unprecented view of & I wonder if any of you have heard of or experienced the victim invited to view the miscreant tanned,or know of a jammier escape from just desserts!

G'day Steve, I just responded to your last post on the other topic and as I was about to go I saw this thread.

As you asked me about some stories well here a a couple that your post jogged my memory about.

Just like your school, my old Catholic school had outside toilets. The boys and girls toilets were away from the classrooms and seperated from each other. I remember the Nuns being on ground duty and I quite often saw a Nun coming out from the boys toilet holding onto a boys ear and promptly marching over to the nuns classroom where shortly after the sound of a hand, feather duster or strap was heard.

I had a girl in my class who I rather liked at the time but was too shy to talk to her. I'm glad I didn't persue her because I met her later on when I was 16 and she was not gentle on the eye. Someone had nicknamed her Rin Tin Tin. Poor girl. Her parents were English and the party was a farewell party for her. I don't know if they were just going for a holiday or they intended moving back ther.

One of the things we used to do was to stick a piece of wood into the drinking taps so when someone went for a drink, the water would come out fast and splash them. I did it once and a Nun on ground duty stopped for a drink and copped a dowesing. And of course there was the school dobber was on hand to inform her as to who the culprit was.

Sister had the little girl point me out and she asked me to accompany her to her classroom. This Nun hadn't been at the school very long but we had heard through the grapevine that she was really strict and the hardest hitter in the school. So here am I quaking in my shoes being led across the courtyard to my impending doom.

When we got inside she asked me to sit down and asked me why I did it. I told her that every kid in the school did it and it was some type of standard joke. She then went to her desk and whilst looking at me reached inside the draw. I thought this is it. All the stories I heard about the size of her strap would be confirmed.

She then removed her hand from the draw and in it was a hankerchief. She started to wipe the water off and dry herself. I was still in panic mode but she looked at me, smiled and said that she used to do the same trick at school herself when she was younger. She went on to talk about how dangerous placing objects on taps could be because someone could swallow it.

She asked me not to do it again and I promised I wouldn't. She said if it had have been another Sister on duty I probably would have gotten the strap for the stunt but as she had done this herself she saw no harm in it.

Just before she told me to go she said "If anyone asks you Michael, just tell them I gave you the strap and it really hurt". She must have read the expression on my face because she said she had heard rumours of her reputation and wanted to keep it alive so other kids wouldn't continue to stick objects in the taps.

The following year I did see her strap a boy for fighting in the corridor and I was glad she let me off that day because she could really lay it on.

When I was in third grade I overheard my older brother telling a couple of dirty jokes to his friends and I decided I would tell them the next day at school.
I remember standing in the school grounds telling these jokes and the kids laughing. The irony was that they didn't understand the jokes at all. Well word got around and all of a sudden I found myself enclosed in a circle of eager listeners. I felt like Mr Showbusiness himself surrounded with this large audience. Ever notice when you are in a large crowd how loud the crownd is? But when you tell a joke you can hear a pin drop. It was like that.

Just prior to the morning break, Mother Superior entered our room and said she wanted all the boys to go and stand outside her office. We had no idea what was going on but we went quietly and waited for her to appear.

When she arrived, she had us line up against one side of the corridor near her office and she then asked who had been telling dirty jokes. All the boys who did were told to stand against the opposite wall. She then went on like it was the Spanish Inquisition revisited. She asked us to point out any boy on the opposite wall who was telling jokes or listening to them.

In those days classes were 40 boys and forty girls to a class so here we are, 40 Boys lined up against the walls pointing out those who were involved. I remember one boy who tried it on by staying with the innocents but we weren't having any part of that so he was fingered by every kid on the guilty side.

Mother Superior disappeared into her office emerged with a feather duster. The dusters in those days had Bamboo handles so I suppose in a way it was like the English canes I have read about. Canes were not used in my schools, straps were used instead because they could be concealed easily in a teachers pocket.

We were told to hold out our hands and MS went to the top of the line and gave every boy four strokes until she got to me. I was removed from the line while she proceeded to cane the rest. After she finished, she told the rest of the boys to go. She then grabbed my hand and while holding it, gave me six strokes with the bamboo handled duster. She then grabbed my other hand and did the same.

Extreem punishment for a 9 year old I thought. Luckily I didn't have to repeat the jokes to her. I might have gotten more if I had. We never spoke about CP at school in my family, however,I nearly slipped up one day and told my sister what happened but caught myself in time.

We were attending my grandfathers funeral and my sister and I sat in the car after the service waiting for mom and dad to finish talking to people before heading off to the cemetary. My school and church were seperated by a side street and it was not uncommon to see Nuns at a funeral, whether they knew the deceased or not.

While we were talking a Nun passed by the car and my sister was looking at her as she walked past. I heard my sister exclaim something about the Nun being Sister Luke and she was one of my sisters teachers. My sister started telling how nice she was. "Did you fall on your head or what?" at my sisters remark. I was just about to tell her how she thrashed me when I cought myself just in time.

As I said above, our family we never spoke about being punished at school. However there was one incident I remember when my father saw bruises on my brothers back and asked him how he got them. My brother finally told him it was from a Nun punching him during class. My father was livid and went to the school and threatened the Nun concerned and the Mother Superior with legal action if it ever happened again. My brother finished his time there with no further incidents.

Mike.

MIKE

I think I've mentioned before I'm on E-bay & I actually sell CD's. Goths always go well & Sisters of Mercy especially-sounds like you met one at least at primary!

As for your stand-up comic career, I think the least Sister Dominiqueatrice (The Spanking Nun!) could have done before wielding the feather duster on you was hear the jokes-she might have enjoyed them! Nah, Nuns only have a sense of humour in some films!

Actually, it rather sounds like you were over-run with nuns;bit like one of Louis Bunuel's surrealist masterpieces from the 1930's, where they pop out of the bushes and everywhere else, if the priests don't pop out first. What any of Bunuel's films signify, I haven't a clue. Perhaps he suffered at the hands of Spanish brothers or sisters as a kid, but unless his spirit can log on here, we ain't gonna know!

I wonder how your Sisters would have dealt with my Frances? Did you get any girls walloped? I rather fancy a Sister might have turned her over the toilet sink & hauled down her knickers for a real spanking there and then and I don't think I'd have been well advised to have been out the cubicle to watch it somehow, either!

I've still got a feather duster like that & in our 18 years of marriage that's what I've always had. Unfortunately, or not!, it's only been used for dusting.

Can't say the girl doing the dobbing was a surprise! There must be quite a few criminals who thought the fact a wife can't be MADE to testify against their husband was a perfect alibi-until the crunch came!

As a final thought, the ones I always worried about were the Marist Brothers, as the All-Blacks of 1972 had the notorious Sid Going(well, his hair lived upto that name!) at scrum-half. And guess who educated him-MARISTS!

Thanks for the post-that feather duster is giving me ideas,too!!


Steve

Hi Steve, I am in front of you in the marriage stakes by 10 years. Just clocked up our 28th anniversary recently. Oh well, as we say here in Oz, you get less for murder! I keep telling my wife I'll send her back to Essex if she keeps giving me cheek, but she keeps telling I can't because she is an Australian citizan. I just retort that she's on P plates just like the probationary drivers are as far as that's concerned.

I didn't think Nuns laughed at all. Except when they are beating the daylights out of someone!

Most of the teaching staff where I went to school were Nuns. There were only 5 Lay teachers there. Mrs Pritchard; Who had a weekend job haunting houses....Not sure if she charged by the room or the house. Miss Houlahan, my first grade teacher, Miss Bourke AKA Thrasher Bourke, Miss Suffern and Mrs Andrews. Miss Suffern and Thrasher actually became Nuns. Thrasher already met the prerequisites of the position because of her prowess with a strap.

Miss Suffern was a timid tall young woman who very rarely used the strap. Although I do remember being on the receiving end once or twice. Other times it was a ruler and she gently stung you as a reminder not to misbehave.

Thrasher on the other hand, (pardon the pun)would try to leave an embedded mark on your hand and would try to pile drive it into the ground. Of course this was all hearsay. I think, if my memory is correct, both women were around the same age being early to mid twenties. Miss Suffern was average in the looks department and Thrasher would be more of a shipwreck than a dreamboat. I don't want to create a dilusion that these women were stunners because they weren't. Miss Suffern had a gentle side. Bourkey would have made a good Dominatrix in some peoples views.

Thrasher used to umpire the girls net ball games and while she was officiating a game once I knocked the ball out of a girls hand as she was shooting for goal. I was on a dare from the boys to do it so I thought, what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. Thrasher saw me and told me to wait at the side of the court until she finished the game.

I stood there shaking like a leaf at the thought of giving Thrasher an excuse to exercise her arm. She was, without a doubt, the most severe strapper in the joint. Even the Mother Superior used to send culprits to her for some hand warming application. Some of the kids said she used to get invited over to the Convent for a strapping compition against the other Nuns. Now that's what I call a vivid imagination at work.

I'm actually laughing as I write this but back then it was a different story. But I digress, so back to the netball incident. I stood there for the rest of the lunch period and then the bell rang to go to afternoon classes. The guys came up to me and convinced me to run off without waiting for Thrasher to take me to her classroom.

For the rest of the afternoon I sat in fear. Everytime the classroom door opened, I thought it was Thrasher coming in to take the condemned prisoner to the place of execution. And no last request either. If I had ever been in a situation and given one, I would have requested no to be belted. Fortunately luck was on my side that afternoon, (Bonus! start the fireworks!) and the next day and the day after that.

What I later thought was that Thrasher got so carried away with umpiring that she had totally forgotten about me.
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You asked if any girls received CP and the answer is yes, they certainly did. The following account is a true account and the only time I ever witnessed this style of punishment.

We had a Nun named Sister Maria Goretti. Maria was a very unusual name in Australia. In fact she is the only Nun I knew of who tokk Maria as a name. All the Nuns here at the time went by the name Mary. The Order was Sisters of Mercy, yeah right. Sisters of No Mercy is more apt.

Anyway, Sister Frustrated Ratbag was having a full moon day and at the point of climax she announced she would take any disobedient child over her knee and "Smack trouser or dress covered bottoms" was the sentence she used. And a Catholic Nun saying Bottom? How Rude!

Most of the kids were from middle class families and there were a few kids from large families so the younger kids got the hand me downs from the older siblings who had outgrown their uniforms. One such girl was a girl called Kerry Salter. She seemed to get picked on by every teacher we had. I'm sure it was a case of second hand Rose syndrome. Those who were well dressed seemed to get away with murder compared to those from struggling families.

I always remember Kerry because she had brown short curly hair and large eyes. Kerry must have done something to draw Sisters beady little eyes on her because the next minute we hear, "That's it Kerry salter, get out here this instant". Sister is standing on a raised platform which all classrooms had. The platform was about 15cm or 6" high and wide enough to accomodate a desk and chair. It ran approximately three quarters the width of the classroom. Our classrooms could accomodate 80 children in those days.

While Kerry is moving toward the platform, Sister moves the chair from behind her desk and stategically places it in the centre of the platform. Probably to give the whole class a good view of what was to follow. When Kerry arrives, Sister grabs her arm and pulls her down across her knee.

The class was spell bound and mystified at the sight before us. Sister then starts smacking her dress covered bottom like there was no tomorrow. I honestly don't remember how many smacks she got, but I do remember the look on Kerry's face. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets, her face was red and she looked bewildered and embarrassed.

This was the only time I saw anything like this happen but I remember Kerry was respected by every boy in the class after that. It was like she earned her right of passage I guess.

As for other girls, I know the grade 5 girls, a class of girls only, were strapped by their teacher, an elderly Nun feared by all in sundry but who I got on well with. I used to walk with her after school. She would ask why I was late going home and I would tell her I had been kept in for misbehaving. She used to look at me with a mock look of severity and say, "If you were in my class I would strap you for that". However her smile seemed to give her away and I knew she was joking. She was hard on the girls but not the boys for some reason.

On a few ocassions when our teacher was sick, we were split into classes and I, along with four other boys had to go into the grade five class. I'm sorry I can't name her because she had a french name and I don't remember how to spell it. I do remember the kids used to call her Sister De Shuntal because she shunted along when she walked. Her name did sound like that though. If I was to spell it as it sounded it would be something like De Chontal with the Ch sounding like Sh. It's irrelavent anyway.

For memory I was assigned to her class on four ocassions. Sometimes for three days at a time. I did see her strap one girl, and use a ruler on another but that was the only time. I know I liked being in her class because she just let us do what we wanted. She taught fifth grade and I was in fourth grade at the time and I suppose she couldn't be bothered setting out two lesson plans.

Is this along the lines of what you asked? If so I hope it was of interest to you. I have a lot more to write about if you are interested. Sorry for the length but when I start to write I get other memories surfacing and I like to write them down while they are fresh in my mind. One story triggers another so to speak.

Time flies when you're having fun they say, and looking at the time I am 3 hours over due for my meds so I will go before I have a Hypo.

Mike.

Steve I forgot to tell you that I was never taught by the Brothers. As far as I'm concerned I wouldn't trust the Bastards as far as I could throw them. I won't say anymore because I might regret my actions later.

Then there are the Priests how get enjoyment out of molesting little boys. We have a few in prison here but my solution is instead of them using up our tax dollars to lock them up, give them a led pill behind the ear. It's the least we could do to help cure their vice.

Child molestation is not exclusive to the Catholic Church either. An Angligan Clergyman was recently deported from South East Asia (where he had been hiding,) back to Australia to face charges for sexually abusing boys at private school. I can only hope the jury is the Collingwood Football Club Cheer Squad!

Here is a bit of trivia for you. The 440 meter sprint which we see in the Olympics and Commonwealth games originated in Collingwood. It all started when did a smash and grab of a DVD Player from an electrical store in Smith Street! I wonder how I would have gone if I told that one at school. I'm sure Sister Luke, AKA Mother Superior and Boss Cockie Gods Stormtroopers would have loved it.

And then there's this joke about Priests.

Q. What is a Priests pastime?
A. Nun!

Fancy me coming out with that... Especially on St Paddy's day of all days. I better go and have a green beer for my sins. I think I have some green food colouring somewhere.

MIKE

Thanks for your stories-I'm glad the girls didn't get away entirely with it. We all know they aren't so much not as naughty as little boys, but just sly!

That was actually recognised by the Victorians(and that's not inhabitants of your state!), who felt as a society that public schools could deal adequately with the foibles of boys,but as female education before about 1870-ish was virtually non-existant, girls were unlikely to be beaten out of their lying and deviousness!

As the respectable middle-class Victorian father would not have felt able to do it, several big cities, London and Edinburgh to the fore, established spanking houses, where anguished parents could pay good money to see their wilful daughter's receive six of the BIRCH on their bared bottoms.

This had an elaborate ceremony,in which the victim was stripped by a number of servants to her drawers, was then eased into a back to front dressing gown, which was then fastened and led to the birching block.

Once there, the dressing gown was unfastened, the little minx bent over the block,the drawers pulled down and six were laid on.

This has naff all to do with any religion, but it just goes to show that equality of the sexes is nothing new! The best bit about this is that the services were often advertised in the local trade directories of the time, and not on whatever the equivalent of a prostitute's card in the phonebox was!

And the birch-wielding head of the spanking house was ALWAYS female. This had nothing to do with the prudery aspect of a male beating a naked female stranger; it was simply recognised that women in charge of cp-type retribution hit harder!

Bit of a long preamble here. But it does show your experiences with the Sisters were not unprecendented, in terms of be afraid, be VERY afraid!

And the Collingwood dash deserves to start a new post, so please go ahead and start it,mate-whackable offences we got away with-what's your best examples? I've got a couple of blinders, once you start the new post!

Thanks for the interesting post Steve. I enjoyed the your post because I was auaware of what you wrote about. I had written you a reply but it disappeared into cyberspace courtacy of my useless keyboard as mentioned in my latest post titled Memoires of Beltings we got out of". I took your advice and placed some stories there. I will not be surprised if I get some caustic remarks from certain people but I assure they are true stories.

In one, I spoke of a friend named Phil. Sadly I lost contact with him when I went into National Service and never knew what became of him until I happened to join the School Friends site we have here. I saw a girl with the same surename and wrote to her asking if she was Phil's sister. I received an email back saying she was and she told me she lived in Queensland but she had Phil's address. I wrote a letter to him but didn't receive a reply.

One night about 10pm the phone rang and it was my old mate Phil. He told me he was divorced but his son gave him my letter as he lived with his mom and sister in the house sent he letter to. I haden't spoken to him in 32 years And we decided to meet up, which we did. I see him regularly now and he told me that he came to see me one day but my father told him I was serving in the army and was on exercise somewhere. Unfortunately, my father never told me he called in to see me.

We were talking over a few drinks one night and he bought up the strap collecting competition in front of my wife and his fiance. I didn't know where to look because my wife knows nothing of my school days and I didn't want to tell her because I felt embarrassed talking about them. It is only recently since I stumbled across this forum that I realised there were other people in the world who had similar experiences. I was happy to contribute to this forum because I haven't come across any perverts like there are in some Yahoo groups. In other words, the raincoat Brigade.

Those who get some sexual gratification from CP stories and pictures. I was questioned on one group because I didn't have any sexual tendencies towards CP and why was I a member of the group. I should have said I post there for them to get their kicks from my posts. And ended with something like, "I won't post long stories in case you get to the drycleaners on time to pick up your raincoats.

I've been accused of a lot of things in my day but never for being straight and normal!

Before I get too carried away, I just wanted to let you know about my Collingwood jokes and the reason behind them. Collingwood is an inner Melbourne suburb which hosts a national footy team. Real football: Aussie Rules, not Sniff Bum like they have in New South Wales and Queensland. There is a lot of rivalry over the football codes between states here but Aussie rules or Areal Pingpong as the Richard Crainiums ( Dick being short for Richard and Head short for the other)call it. If only someone could give these people a life!

Collingwood AKA magpies, AKA Maggies or just plain Pies were a force in football during the 50's and 60's. They won a lot of premierships (Grand Finals)in their time.
The supporters were hated as much as the team was. The Black and White supporters had a bad reputation, unlike us Swans supporters who are the toast of the town!

Also there was the fact that Collingwood was a rough area in earlier times. A quiet night in Collingwood consisted of 4 murders, 6 rapes, 5 arson cases, 3 bashings and 12 burgularies, according to the Collingwood Police.

Australian author Frank Hardy who wrote "Power and Glory" which became a mini series on our ABC (Our equivilant to the BBC) refers to a place called Carringbush which is said by some to be the former name of Collingwood. The books main character is a corrupt fellow who specializes in leaning on people, dabbling into illicit racing and eventually, Politics.

If you ever get a chance to read the book, if it is available in the UK you will see why I make jokes about Collingwood. The technical school in Collingwood had a dubious reputation too. Some of the finest car theives and smash and grab bandits went to Collingwood Tech!

Mike.

At the risk of allowing this thread to run off into irrelavance as many do on this forum I will point out that the TV series 'Power and the Glory' was shown on British television.

HI MIKE

Collingwood! Lovely place-I always liked those Aus Rules teams when I was small, but I reckoned the soccer teams on our pools coupons in our summer were even better.

You had the immigrant namealikes like Hellas,Juventus and Haokoah, and the obvious ones like Port Adelaide and Freemantle, but then you got something like Noaralunga-MAGIC!! Even Sunshine City, if you know anything about this country, had a ring to it!

Glad you found Phil-I've just recently e-mailed one of my fellow pupils from PRIMARY school days ie 43 years ago & she remembers me as if it were yesterday-she's married to my best mate from those times-talk about a small world!

My Sarah doesn't know the half of my school days, though quite a bit has been vouchsafed to her-NOT the fate of Frances at Infants, nor what I've just added to your post re missed beltings-there's an even better one which I'll do later this weekend.

I couldn't agree more about the forum-we have some good people out there, so they are always welcome to join in our posts!

And my mouse is going home, the keyboard surprisingly resilient to all the fag-ash I keep dropping into it-that should not be a problem for one of the world's greatest one-finger typists, but it is!

See ya!


Steve

Does Sarah know that you contribute to this forum?

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Hi Steve, I don't follow soccer much unfortunately. My Great Grandfather was a noted Soccer Player in Scotland and I believe he had some fame as a player there. I've never been able to find out though. He migrated here in 1909 so it was a long time ago. Perhaps there is an historian on the board who may know something about him.

The teams like Juventice and South Melbourne Hellis are I believe Greek orientated teams. I didn't realise you heard about our Aussie rules teams in England. We get a bit on the English Soccer and I certainly agree with you about your soccer pools. We have a soccer pool here but the main pool is Tattslotto.

Port Adelaide and Fremantle are Aussie Rules sides. Both states have a strong commitment to Aussie Rules. Port came into the AFL within the last few years. Fremantle a few years before Port and coincidentally, Port was the Adelaide equivelant of Collingwood. Port were also black and white and called the Magpies. They also won a lot of Premierships in the SA Legue. Both states have some very tallented footballers playing there. Some of the greats came from WA. That's how the Swans got their nicknames. Not because Albert Lake was near their home ground, but because they recruited a lot of WA players back in the thirties.

My wife is from Adelaide and she supported Port but changed to South Melbourne (now the Sydney Swans) when she swept me off my feet and married me. We were at the grand final last year to see the Swans win their first premiership in 72 years.

Seeing as this forum forum is about CP it is worth mentioning that my wife once told me a teacher hit her on the back of the legs when she was in High School but she didn't say whether the teacher was male or female. I believe this was sometime in the seventies. She doesn't talk about her old school at all and I was amazed she blurted it out one night to some guests we had here at the time. Her brother went to school in the eighties but I have never heard him mention any incidents regarding the use of CP at his school. I did get told he got belted in primary school by my mother in law on occasion.

He was home schooled for a short time and I remember my mother in law hitting him with a belt because he wasn't attending to his school work. He kept disappearing and playing outside. She kept telling me about it and I guess she felt victorious because she wasn't a mother who smacked her children, and his father doted on him. She kept mentioning about his primary school and I thought, Hello! she is identifying with being a teacher and because she was home schooling him, she thought herself being a teacher in this situation and not his mother.
My wife and I were smiling about it at the time because my brother in law was a little ****.

This is one of those resurfacing memories I get from time to time. In fact, it popped into my head as I was writing this message. Maybe this is a new thread in the making: "Home Schooling".

The reason I jotted the above down is because someone seemed to get pissed that we were off topic when talking to each other on this forum. But there again they don't have to read it do they?

Catch ya lata.
Mike.

BRIAN

NO!

If you are familiar with the sort of sandwich that BR used to sell, with a bloody great curl on the stale bread, you can imagine the curl of disdain on Sarah's lip if she found out!

Not that she's in the least bit vindictive or viscious, but she would frown on it!


Steve

Mike wrote:

The reason I jotted the above down is because someone seemed to get pissed that we were off topic when talking to each other on this forum.


Mike:

Despite an extensive search of recent postings, I am unable to find the comment to which you refer. If you would kindly furnish the information, I will put a red ring around the name of the offender.

MIKE


We'll have to research your great-grandfather;do you know which teams & which position he played-post it with his surname to cole107us@tiscali.co.uk and I can get research staff onto it via the site owners.

Your missus is typically female reticent about schooldays. That's why I think there were more females getting at least smacked or slippered than some people on here believe. This is something most girls just don't want to talk about ever again!

Get the new post up, there might be more from outta the UK, but it's not unknown here, either.


STEVE

G'day Steve, thanks for your kind offer to research my Great Gandfather for me. It is 9.15 am Sunday morning here and I stayed up late watching the games last night as they were replayed by the channel telecasting them.

I just wanted to say that I felt badly for the womens relay team being disqualified after winning the race. My thoughts are Lewis, the second Aussie girl planned this in advance. She could have to the English girl she jumped into the wrong place. In a pre race interview, our team said they felt they would finish with a bronze medal and I wondered if they were purposely looking for a mistake by another team so they could protest. Seems very suss to me. Just my two cents but i think England should have been given Gold!

My father passed away a little while ago and I will have to contact his surviving sisters and ask them what they know about old Pea Beau which was his nickname.

Steve, do I address the email to you? I wasn't sure if it was your email address. If it is, and your wife has access to your emails, I will not talk about anything related to this board out of respect for your privacy.
Thanks again.
Mike.

MIKE

Yes, it's a mutual one, but it's mainly business, so no sweat!

It also means I get your e-mail address and we can carry our non-CP talks on off this forum-not that I mind expanding people's knowledge, but it can get up their nostrils and we don't wanna do it on someone elses' post one day!!!

I have to say that some of the athletics clothing girls wear these days makes it impossible to ignore female events and would certainly have led to a few smacks or worse in our respective schooldays!

I am occasionally tempted, if I'm forced into early redundancy to consider teaching, but, after what I've written about on this forum, I'm not sure I'd be PC enough-quite the ruddy reverse!


Steve

Steve, I am having difficulty with your email address. The email I sent you was returned sighting the address as being incorrect. Sorry about that.

Mike.