I attended a very exclusive private girls school in the Cayman Islands around 1990 where a very strict dress code was enforceable. I remember one day the head prefect, in a very uncharacteristic act of rebellion, came to school wearing a rather short leopard print skirt, high heels and made up to the nines. She was promptly seen to by the senior mistress. Do any of the other contributors out there have similar stories where girls have rebelled in a similar fashion?

Oh dear, they've gone forth and multiplied!

The obvious question is: Was she wearing regulation reg grundys?

Don't worry Mr Turling-the Cayman silly cow will just be the first of many-so..........

When WE rebelled we got a flippin' seeing too from Mum-she wanted to kno why we wasn't keeping the old traditons goin and seeking new ways to burn the school down.

Did you or Mr A_L ever try wearin' a leopard-skin skirt to school, by the way? Or did your gym sargeant(wos that what they called em then?)have the bottle insted?

How about you, Steve M, Mike from Oz, Paul B & co-let's heer from you, too!


Soooze

SOOOZE


We did have one physics teacher who was rumoured to wear pink frilly underwear under his suit and hang out looking for sailors in Maidstone.

As Maidstone isn't that well-renowned for its' naval connections, nor has ever had much in the way of port aspirations, he probably didn't get much rough trade!!

I personally preferred to subtly undermine authority every day, but to each his own, or even her own.

Mind you, the Caymans are knee-deep already in a load of old turtles, so the thinking must be why not the forum, too?

I also liked, at various stages, skin-tight non-regulation bright blue trousers, gold-lame, canary yellow or lime green socks, check waistcoats, cuban-heeled boots, specially clipped versions of the school tie, and specially died versions of the white shirt-all that was visible was the white bit under the V of the pullover neck.

The rest was tie-dye hippy stuff, man, all the colours of the rainbow!!

Yep, there's nothing like sticking two fingers up at the rule book.


Steve M

You can check this out on the net:

Cayman Islands:

Corporal punishment is allowed by law in all public and private schools only where no other punishment is considered suitable or effective by the principal, and may be administered by the principal or any teacher appointed in writing by the principal for that purpose.

So our young head prefect would have probably had a few hand prints on her bottom and the back of her upper thighs to match the leopard prints on her skirt.

God, there was me thinking it was genuine, and you just cribbed it off the net-well I don't know!


Steve M

That's if the senior mistress was in a good mood. From what I know about school c.p. in the Cayman Islands, it would have been more likely that the young scallywag would have had to bend over for 6 of the best with the senior cane.

Cane?

Why not a leather spanking paddle?

Surely they aren't called the Caymans for fun-must be a FEW dead crocodiles just waiting to be turned into something useful.


Steve M

Very kind of you to enquire after my sartorial leanings, Soooze. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a dead loss in that area though, unlike my extrovert fellow poster Steve M!

The nearest I ever came to a Leopard print skirt was trying on a kilt in the tartan of one of Scotland's premier clans. Despite apparently having a name which qualified me to wear it I declined the opportunity when I discovered that to stay correctly dressed in the eyes of my fellow clansfolk it would be necessary to change all the accessories several times between getting up and going to bed. Sock colour especially is absolutely critical you know, and what is considered de rigueur varies by the hour!

Apart from that, I'm not very adventurous, I've never even owned a pair of jeans. On one occasion though a rather forthright young lady did tell me I ought to wear more 'designer gear'. Happily I was able to point out that everything I was wearing was designer gear, and had the (fairly discrete) labels to prove it. The designers involved though specialised in producing stuff to keep people safe on mountains and in similar adverse environments, rather than ripping people off for lots of cash in exchange for cheaply made tat with 'Fred Bloggs' or whatever plastered all over it!

Soooze, didnt we both attend open-day at the Dick Emery school
for tramps vest tight, don't I mean transvestite both wearing
those micro mini leopard print skirts?

Why all this interest in a presumably very attractive head prefect, wearing a short tight leopard print skirt and high heels, being invited to bend over for a well deserved thrashing from Miss?

It tends to make one suspect that The Countess of Oyster Bay is indeed more than a little oyster bay herself. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Some of my best friends are west end thespians.

Please ladies. We are getting off topic here! It does not matter if the Countess of Oyster Bay has her passport stamped Isle of Lesbos. What is at issue here is if a striking blonde head prefect wearing a short leopard print skirt, high heels, and a tad too much makeup, needs to bend over a desk for a good seeing to from the senior mistress. I think not. A simple warning should have sufficed. What say you?

Hi Paul!

Yeh-that wos fun ,at least a fun night!

A_L

Spot on on the socks-got a cousin that's a Highlander(not connected with wot he takes, either!!) and I reckon hes got socks for evry day of the year, and evry time of any day.

I think he has gravel on his porrige, not even salt!!

Steve M

Gold-lame socks;wos you a Teddy boy, too??


Soooze

Esmerelda Here we go again about off topic. Well in your case and with this topic a leopard does not change its spots and you prove the case for the defence

Soooze, you are a breath of fresh air on this estimable Forum. Keep up the good work! I'm glad to hear that you're acquainted with the Highland sock fetish. I heard of one poor chap who was totally ostracised by his fellow clansfolk for wearing white socks when they should have been blue - or was it the other way round? Couldn't show his face in polite society ever after! As for the porridge, I let slip that I like golden syrup on mine. Absolutely terrifying, it took three ambulances to carry the apoplectic fit victims to hospital!

SOOOZE

The Teds started about 1952, when I was born. I was a precocious little sod, but not that precocious.

I would love to have had a flipping great quiff. I was blonde, but so was your fellow scouser Billy Fury & he always looked great in his early days-ask your Mum, sorry Gran, 'cos he started in 1958!

Unfortunately, my hair was too thin, now it's just too invisible.

And I prefer brown sugar on my porridge.


Steve M

Hi Steve

Shame about the hair-but it definitely means yor testosterone level is well above ave, mate!!

Hi A_L

! Frigging ell-if you said you was going to spread the golden syrup over the rector's wife and lick it off here, you couldnt've done a worse crime!

Surprised you wasnt pelted wiv pink fluffy nessies all the way doon the high road!


Soooze

Hi Soooze. Believe me, being pelted with pink fluffy nessies was the least of it! I had to flee the country and grow a beard to disguise myself!

I'm very reassured to see your message to Steve re his testosterone levels. I'm as bald as the proverbial coot on the upper reaches of me 'ed. In fact in this cold weather I even wear me flat 'at in the 'ouse to keep the brass monkey effect at bay!