Aye remember that well, some teachers could throw the wooden duster 20ft and hit you square in the back of the nut, I’d doubt jocky Wilson could be as accurate, deadly
We had one mental bastard who taught Maths
Remember the doors to the classes, were left wide open, for the next mob to pour in and be seated
His name was Quinn (The Mighty) and he used to wear brown heavy brogues (go figure) you could hear him running at full speed along the corridor, approaching the classroom, then he'd come flying in, and jump up on the big counter by the full length windows, and shout at someone "You boy !!! What's the square root of 900 !!!"
The intiation had begun
If you showed up with a brand new black blazer, he'd call you out to the front of the class
"That a new blazer son ?"
"Yes sir"
"Your Mammy buy you that ?"
"Yes sir"
He'd wipe the blackboard clean, then start to leave chalk marks from the duster all over your new blazer, then, as the entire class (boys & girls) would be pissing themselves laughing, he'd blow the chalk in your face
He was quite likeable, when he wasn't being a mental cunt
School kids these days, couldn't deal with what we went through
Poor wee snowflakes ;P
HH