I’d better finish the story and tell you of the next time I stood on stage in front of the whole school. I had managed to damage one of the brand new desks that had only been delivered the previous morning. truth be told I had knocked a ruddy great chunk out of it with a pellet gun. My sentence, proclaimed by the Head Master, Mr. Jackson but carried out by the Deputy, Mr. Clinton, the first time I came across the Bad Cop, Good Cop routine, was six of the best, bent over, in view of all the pupils and Masters. Several sayings come to mind, “Spare the rod, spoil the child.” “This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.” What I did remember was “Don’t tell your father when you get home or you’ll get it again.