Violence works. (Sometimes)
The school I used to go to closed down unexpectedly. I was too young to leave and had to go from a grammar school to the hardest East London Comprehensive. If that wasn't enough, my new headmaster told me I must wear my old uniform until my new one arrived. My old Oxford & Elson House uniform was a bright red jacket with blue and yellow stripes and short trousers. Needles to say, I was targeted for serious bullying. Every fucking day I got hit until one day I had enough. I got out of school quickly one day and ran to the underpass where the footpath home went. This was where it usually happened. As soon as the bully and his mates came by, I popped out from behind a concrete pillar and twatted the cunt with a huge lump of wood. He wasn't in school for two weeks! Nothing further was said, and the bullying stopped.
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Mon 13 Mar 2006, 22:46, Reply)