For the sake of this project I’ve simply used the current statistical Regions of England created in 1994 and last modified...
I have been doing a lot of traveling and visiting during the Covid “reduction” which is now back on...
Everybody has to start somewhere, so here goes. Inspired by the stuff about Miss Simms and her male admirers...
Bexhill/Downs (Secondary) – Bexhill Jan – b1958 – Slipper across unspecified anatomy by male teacher – 1969 to 1974Sarah...
Bounty Street (Secondary) – Milton Keynes Diane – b1940 – Slipper across unspecified anatomy by male teacher – 1951...
All Saints (Juniors) – Maidenhead Angela – b1953 – Slipper across unspecified anatomy by male teacher – 1960 to...
The question of corporal punishment in British schools remains a subject of considerable debate. While it is difficult to...
My reasons for believing that corporal punishment may eventually return are based upon an examination of educational trends. Two...
Receiving corporal punishment, and in my earliest school days, a slap on the thigh, from female teachers is what...
It is certainly true that if appeals occur, we can have a wide variation of people present. Theoretically, if...
In the olden days, Witchfinder Generals had to tour the country seeking out suspicious characters. Luckily for me (given...
I(gap: 2s) Let us step back in time to the quiet, close-knit village of Hambleton, nestled in the heart...
(gap: 2s) In the quiet, close-knit village of Hambleton, Lancashire, during the gentle days of the late 1960s, life...
(gap: 2s) Once upon a time, in a row of neat little pebble-dashed houses in Preston, there lived a...
(gap: 2s) In 1941, I was a solitary boy at a day school for boys in Oxford. My world...
(gap: 2s) Our home was a patchwork of memories and modest comforts, nestled among rows of pebble-dashed council houses....
(gap: 2s) When I was a little girl, my very best friend was a kind and cheerful girl named...
Once upon a time, in a cheerful little village nestled among the rolling green hills, my mother, my younger...
(gap: 2s) Our home was a patchwork of memories and modest comforts, nestled among rows of pebble-dashed council houses....
(gap: 2s) Once upon a time, in the gentle village of Kettlewell, there lived a boy named Alexander. His...
In the gentle hush of a Surrey morning in the 1960s, the world seemed to move at a slower,...
(gap: 2s) Once upon a time, nestled in a quiet row of pebble-dashed houses on a sun-dappled Hertfordshire estate,...
(gap: 2s) In the tranquil village of Gwernogle, where the stone cottages stood in neat rows and the air...
(gap: 2s) In the heart of the Welsh countryside, nestled among rolling green hills and winding lanes, stood the...
(gap: 2s) Once upon a time, nestled in the green, rolling hills of Wales, there was a cheerful little...
(gap: 1s) Once upon a time, in a row of neat little houses with pebble-dashed walls and patchy lawns,...
(gap: 2s) In a gentle corner of Hertfordshire, where the hedgerows were thick with brambles and the air was...
(gap: 2s) In our cheerful little home, nestled amongst the neat rows of council houses, Mother was the one...
The sun shone brightly over the neat rows of pebble-dashed houses, and the air was filled with the cheerful...
(gap: 2s) In the little village of Craghead, County Durham, in the late 1960s, life unfolded like a patchwork...
(gap: 2s) In a quiet corner of a Hertfordshire estate, where the rows of pebble-dashed houses stood like sentinels...
(gap: 2s) The year was 1977, and the world outside seemed to hum with the quiet, persistent rhythm of...
I grew up in Motherwell, central Scotland, in an era (60s/70s) where the belt was still used in schools...
gap: 2s) The Spanish sun poured through the thin curtains of our holiday apartment, painting golden stripes across the...
When I was eight and my sister Cristina was 10, our mother took us out to the shops one...
(gap: 2s) It was a gentle Saturday evening on our quiet Kent estate, where the rows of pebble-dashed houses...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle, golden days of my childhood, Sundays were always special. Our own home was modest—a...
(gap: 2s) My mother, like so many parents in our Kent estate, believed in raising her children with a...
I was thinking of my mom the other day, and the many times that she spanked my behind raw...
“May I help you, madam?” the assistant asked my mother. Even at the tender age of 13, it was...