I'm not saying this to brag or even look big but it happened and I suppose is now maybe relevant here .. when I was at secondary school, we once had a real bully in our year called Paul Pywell, he was one of them kids who had a hairy chest in his first year in secondary school and he had just developed super-fast for some reason; problem was, it put him physically in front of most kids in our year and he was a pretty nasty piece of work to a lot of the kids especially in the younger years ... this happened in about 4th or 5th year there, so we were about 15 I think.
Sooner or later we were bound to fight because he knew I didn't like him and I don't think he thought much of me either, lord knows why, I hadn't done him any wrong ..
Anyway, as these things unravel at school, I was told there was gonna be this huge fight down by the running tracks and the whole school was gonna be there ... apparently, I was gonna be fighting this Pywell guy ... and to this day, I still have no idea how that happened but once the story was out, I was kinda honour-bound to go and represent myself otherwise run the gauntlet of being thought of as a chicken ...
When I got down to the track with my cohort of pals, he was already standing one side of an inner circle with his coat off trying to look menacing with his hairy eyeballs; problem was with him, he weren't no midget, he was big for his age and quite strong whereas I was just a skinny whippersnapper of a kid but for the first time ever, I was kinda worried about him, he never bothered me before cos for some reason, i was always pretty confident I could knock his monkey head off but seeing him there, glowering at me like a chimp was kinda intimidating I suppose.
Anyway, I made my way thru to the inner circle formed by about 70 or so kids and one of my mates helped me take off my blazer and I walked thru to the middle of the circle to meet monkey-bollocks and finally see what he was made of, I was fearing it was gonna be nuts and bananas.
And the rest of what happened is emblazoned across my memory as if it were yesterday .. I walked toward him and pulled my hands up to cover my face, he stepped forward to meet me and I just punched him on the nose and he fell down amid a spurt of blood that flew down across his mouth and onto his white shirt .... he then sat up, looked at the blood and burst out crying ... at that point, I felt so fuhkin sorry for him and I felt sick I had done that to him but that feeling was soon getting whacked outa me by the kids who were patting me on the back and telling me I was now a real hard nut ......
Sometimes in life, things ain't so black and white even when you think they might be .. and I'm sure there's a moral in that story somewhere, if only for Pywell
Sooner or later we were bound to fight because he knew I didn't like him and I don't think he thought much of me either, lord knows why, I hadn't done him any wrong ..
Anyway, as these things unravel at school, I was told there was gonna be this huge fight down by the running tracks and the whole school was gonna be there ... apparently, I was gonna be fighting this Pywell guy ... and to this day, I still have no idea how that happened but once the story was out, I was kinda honour-bound to go and represent myself otherwise run the gauntlet of being thought of as a chicken ...
When I got down to the track with my cohort of pals, he was already standing one side of an inner circle with his coat off trying to look menacing with his hairy eyeballs; problem was with him, he weren't no midget, he was big for his age and quite strong whereas I was just a skinny whippersnapper of a kid but for the first time ever, I was kinda worried about him, he never bothered me before cos for some reason, i was always pretty confident I could knock his monkey head off but seeing him there, glowering at me like a chimp was kinda intimidating I suppose.
Anyway, I made my way thru to the inner circle formed by about 70 or so kids and one of my mates helped me take off my blazer and I walked thru to the middle of the circle to meet monkey-bollocks and finally see what he was made of, I was fearing it was gonna be nuts and bananas.
And the rest of what happened is emblazoned across my memory as if it were yesterday .. I walked toward him and pulled my hands up to cover my face, he stepped forward to meet me and I just punched him on the nose and he fell down amid a spurt of blood that flew down across his mouth and onto his white shirt .... he then sat up, looked at the blood and burst out crying ... at that point, I felt so fuhkin sorry for him and I felt sick I had done that to him but that feeling was soon getting whacked outa me by the kids who were patting me on the back and telling me I was now a real hard nut ......
Sometimes in life, things ain't so black and white even when you think they might be .. and I'm sure there's a moral in that story somewhere, if only for Pywell
