We had an Indian teacher who taught us about the French Revolution, the kid next to me made a crude remark and he thought it was me and slapped me hard. Told my Dad what happened. Next time i was in his class he was so kind and polite to me. Found out after i'd left school that Dad had gone to the school and demanded to see him. Dad 6ft 3" Indian 5ft3" Dad waved massive fist under his nose! Problem solved.
Hit for no reason by a plod when i was 10 and knocked off bike. Guess who went up copshop? Mr. Plod was fired!
A life lesson i have followed!
