Migrants

[WILF 46,873]

21 minutes ago, NEWKID said:

Touché!!! Lol

No wonder he walks so far, they probably wouldn’t let him on the school bus with his craic ! Lol 

Edited November 15, 2023 by WILF

[jukel123 8,084]

In the fifties and sixties teachers were laws unto themselves. They taught us marching and military songs and not much else. To be fair I quite enjoyed singing  them and can still remember then word for word. But even then we realised we were being prepared for obedient life in the factory or go to war. It was pretty shit although we didn't realise it at the time. Corporal punishment was a daily occurrence but you could always be defiant by grinning at the teacher when  he was caning you or saying thank you at the end.

I was put into a home for bad boys for 6 months when I was 13. I had committed the serious crime of running across an asbestos roof with some mates and falling through.  Parkour they call it now. OK we did explore the offices of the factory and opened some drawers but we were hardly burglars. But they threw the book at us and we got probation. Soon after me and a mate broke into some gas meters. They were in boarded up houses so I just thought it would be a shame to see the money   go to waste when the houses were demolished. That's the truth and I am sticking to it.

The place I was sent to was grim, grim, grim.  The first time I was in class  I fell foul of a psycho teacher. We were supposed to follow with our fingers as he read a book intended for 8 year olds. He read the words" Penelope sniffed the nasturtium flowers. But he didn 't know how to pronounce the words. I whispered to the thick lad next to me" thick c**t". The teacher saw me whispering and asked the lad next to me what I had said. Damn me if the lad didn't grass me up and told him exactly what I had said. From that moment on  my card was marked. 

He used to punish me any way he could. I was only about 5ft at 13, but he would put me into a boxing ring with lads of 16 or 17 who were either waiting to be sent to borstal or just ready for release. My arms were permanently black and blue and I was often bruised.  But he used to shout words of advice to me to cover his tracks. So a traumatic time with teachers who should never have been let near kids Its better now thank God.

And it did me no harm. It moulded me into the angry  embittered keyboard class warrior I am today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited November 15, 2023 by jukel123

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9 minutes ago, jukel123 said:

In the fifties and sixties teachers were laws unto themselves. They taught us marching and military songs and not much else. To be fair I quite enjoyed singing  them and can still remember then word for word. But even then we realised we were being prepared for obedient life in the factory or go to war. It was pretty shit although we didn't realise it at the time. Corporal punishment was a daily occurrence but you could always be defiant by grinning at the teacher when  he was caning you or saying thank you at the end.

I was put into a home for bad boys for 6 months when I was 13. I had committed the serious crime of running across an asbestos roof with some mates and falling through.  Parkour they call it now. OK we did explore the offices of the factory and opened some drawers but we were hardly burglars. But they threw the book at us and we got probation. Soon after me and a mate broke into some gas meters. They were in boarded up houses so I just thought it would be a shame to see the money   go to waste when the houses were demolished. That's the truth and I am sticking to it.

The place I was sent to was grim, grim, grim.  The first time I was in class  I fell foul of a psycho teacher. We were supposed to follow with our fingers as he read a book intended for 8 year olds. He read the words" Penelope sniffed the nasturtium flowers. But he didn 't know how to pronounce the words. I whispered to the thick lad next to me" thick c**t". The teacher saw me whispering and asked the lad next to me what I had said. Damn me if the lad didn't grass me up and told him exactly what I had said. From that moment on  my card was marked. 

He used to punish me any way he could. I was only about 5ft at 13, but he would put me into a boxing ring with lads of 16 or 17 who were either waiting to be sent to borstal or just ready for release. My arms were permanently black and blue and I was often bruised.  But he used to shout words of advice to me to cover his tracks. So a traumatic time with teachers who should never have been let near kids Its better now thank God.

And it did me no harm. It moulded me into the angry  embittered keyboard class warrior I am today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All we did was run across a roof.....oh yeah and broke into the offices and robbed all the drawers

Do you think all that corporate punishment in your early years is where your current spanking fetish comes from jukel?

[jukel123 8,084]

You know it does. You're always asking me for domination sex. As soon as the price is right, I'm yours.

[THE STIFFMEISTER 15,950]

3 hours ago, mC HULL said:

i walked into that lol 

 

You’ve walked everywhere else 

[waltjnr 6,790]

3 hours ago, paulus said:

Me and my teachers came to an agreement in the end, I never went and they were not bothered. They would suspend me for not going to school, never did understand that one Lol

I was same ,funny reading their comments on my school report ,I was never there lol ,would still spout bollox on how I needed to try harder ,contributed to the class ,just all waffle 

[paulus 26]

13 minutes ago, waltjnr said:

I was same ,funny reading their comments on my school report ,I was never there lol ,would still spout bollox on how I needed to try harder ,contributed to the class ,just all waffle 

I once got an excellent for sport on my report, the only one i ever got. f**k knows how i only remember going once Lol 

[mC HULL 12,544]

1 hour ago, THE STIFFMEISTER said:

You’ve walked everywhere else 

4 hour today be 3-4 hour now then up before first light 5 hour in morning mate need a new pair a boots by crimbo i’ve worn em out  

[jukel123 8,084]

My mother was  a warrior mother and when she saw me with marks on  my hands and wrists from the cane she would go bananas.  Despite my best efforts to restrain her she would march into school, demand to know who had punished her son and call them all b*****ds. When I was sent to bad boys school she called the magistrate a f****n b*****d. Fortunately he had already given me six months so he couldn't give me any more.

The irony was  I was a good kid. I acted the hard man at school  because I didn't want to be bottom of the heap.  But I was literally an altar boy, gave  my mam most of my money from my milk and paper round and bought all the family their favourite chip shop supper on a Saturday night. Eight boys and one girl. ( My mam was an enthusiastic catholic  and she also wanted a girl, so she kept trying and hit the jackpot at the ninth attempt.)

Saturday night I used to sell the Sporting Pink in the pubs around the docks. I used to cheat the foreign seaman out of their change big time  because they didn't understand the currency. I also used to sell an individual  copy 3 or 4 times because most men would check to see if their horses had come up, check the football scores and leave the paper on the bar. So I would pick it up and keep on selling. I also figured out I could sell  Jesus paintings  and rosemary beads to the catholic seamen. Once they were pissed they would get all maudlin and homesick and I used to rip them off by charging crazy amounts. I loved Saturday  nights, I could earn a fortune. My mam always used to say I was the pick of the litter and when I had kids they would never go hungry. Out of all the boys I was the only one who really bonded with my mam. She was a top, top human being. She always treated me as the golden child and my dad really resented me because she used to tell him I was twice the man he was. Which is another reason why I am a f****d up angry old b*****d. Lol

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39 minutes ago, jukel123 said:

My mother was  a warrior mother and when she saw me with marks on  my hands and wrists from the cane she would go bananas.  Despite my best efforts to restrain her she would march into school, demand to know who had punished her son and call them all b*****ds. When I was sent to bad boys school she called the magistrate a f****n b*****d. Fortunately he had already given me six months so he couldn't give me any more.

The irony was  I was a good kid. I acted the hard man at school  because I didn't want to be bottom of the heap.  But I was literally an altar boy, gave  my mam most of my money from my milk and paper round and bought all the family their favourite chip shop supper on a Saturday night. Eight boys and one girl. ( My mam was an enthusiastic catholic  and she also wanted a girl, so she kept trying and hit the jackpot at the ninth attempt.)

Saturday night I used to sell the Sporting Pink in the pubs around the docks. I used to cheat the foreign seaman out of their change big time  because they didn't understand the currency. I also used to sell an individual  copy 3 or 4 times because most men would check to see if their horses had come up, check the football scores and leave the paper on the bar. So I would pick it up and keep on selling. I also figured out I could sell  Jesus paintings  and rosemary beads to the catholic seamen. Once they were pissed they would get all maudlin and homesick and I used to rip them off by charging crazy amounts. I loved Saturday  nights, I could earn a fortune. My mam always used to say I was the pick of the litter and when I had kids they would never go hungry. Out of all the boys I was the only one who really bonded with my mam. She was a top, top human being. She always treated me as the golden child and my dad really resented me because she used to tell him I was twice the man he was. Which is another reason why I am a f****d up angry old b*****d. Lol

Which docks?

[WILF 46,873]

3 hours ago, jukel123 said:

In the fifties and sixties teachers were laws unto themselves. They taught us marching and military songs and not much else. To be fair I quite enjoyed singing  them and can still remember then word for word. But even then we realised we were being prepared for obedient life in the factory or go to war. It was pretty shit although we didn't realise it at the time. Corporal punishment was a daily occurrence but you could always be defiant by grinning at the teacher when  he was caning you or saying thank you at the end.

I was put into a home for bad boys for 6 months when I was 13. I had committed the serious crime of running across an asbestos roof with some mates and falling through.  Parkour they call it now. OK we did explore the offices of the factory and opened some drawers but we were hardly burglars. But they threw the book at us and we got probation. Soon after me and a mate broke into some gas meters. They were in boarded up houses so I just thought it would be a shame to see the money   go to waste when the houses were demolished. That's the truth and I am sticking to it.

The place I was sent to was grim, grim, grim.  The first time I was in class  I fell foul of a psycho teacher. We were supposed to follow with our fingers as he read a book intended for 8 year olds. He read the words" Penelope sniffed the nasturtium flowers. But he didn 't know how to pronounce the words. I whispered to the thick lad next to me" thick c**t". The teacher saw me whispering and asked the lad next to me what I had said. Damn me if the lad didn't grass me up and told him exactly what I had said. From that moment on  my card was marked. 

He used to punish me any way he could. I was only about 5ft at 13, but he would put me into a boxing ring with lads of 16 or 17 who were either waiting to be sent to borstal or just ready for release. My arms were permanently black and blue and I was often bruised.  But he used to shout words of advice to me to cover his tracks. So a traumatic time with teachers who should never have been let near kids Its better now thank God.

And it did me no harm. It moulded me into the angry  embittered keyboard class warrior I am today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

48 minutes ago, jukel123 said:

My mother was  a warrior mother and when she saw me with marks on  my hands and wrists from the cane she would go bananas.  Despite my best efforts to restrain her she would march into school, demand to know who had punished her son and call them all b*****ds. When I was sent to bad boys school she called the magistrate a f****n b*****d. Fortunately he had already given me six months so he couldn't give me any more.

The irony was  I was a good kid. I acted the hard man at school  because I didn't want to be bottom of the heap.  But I was literally an altar boy, gave  my mam most of my money from my milk and paper round and bought all the family their favourite chip shop supper on a Saturday night. Eight boys and one girl. ( My mam was an enthusiastic catholic  and she also wanted a girl, so she kept trying and hit the jackpot at the ninth attempt.)

Saturday night I used to sell the Sporting Pink in the pubs around the docks. I used to cheat the foreign seaman out of their change big time  because they didn't understand the currency. I also used to sell an individual  copy 3 or 4 times because most men would check to see if their horses had come up, check the football scores and leave the paper on the bar. So I would pick it up and keep on selling. I also figured out I could sell  Jesus paintings  and rosemary beads to the catholic seamen. Once they were pissed they would get all maudlin and homesick and I used to rip them off by charging crazy amounts. I loved Saturday  nights, I could earn a fortune. My mam always used to say I was the pick of the litter and when I had kids they would never go hungry. Out of all the boys I was the only one who really bonded with my mam. She was a top, top human being. She always treated me as the golden child and my dad really resented me because she used to tell him I was twice the man he was. Which is another reason why I am a f****d up angry old b*****d. Lol

 

[jukel123 8,084]

7 minutes ago, WILF said:

 

 

Classic. What happened to comedy? University posh boys making 'smartarse' observations.  It's bollocks.

[WILF 46,873]

Just now, jukel123 said:

Classic. What happened to comedy? University posh boys making 'smartarse' observations.  It's bollocks.

Sorry mate, I hope I didn’t offend you but I couldn’t help it….that tune was genuinely playing in my head as I read your posts ! Lol 

 

[jukel123 8,084]

Just now, WILF said:

Sorry mate, I hope I didn’t offend you but I couldn’t help it….that tune was genuinely playing in my head as I read your posts ! Lol 

 

No worries , I rip the piss out of people and I don't mind it vice versa. Never good to take yourself too seriously. Now  mind  my advice young man!

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