School Fights
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The Headmaster of the school and the parish priest both used me as their messenger. The other boys saw me as a potential leader who could look after himself. On one occasion when the school bully, an older boy named Blackie Richardson was throwing his weight about, I was asked if I was scared of him. I said that I wasn?t and before I knew it a fight had been arranged for dinner time. I gave Blackie a good hiding so much so that Blackie was off school for a while. His parents went to the school and to my mum to complain about me knocking their son about but when they saw how much smaller I was they changed their minds and no more was said about it but my classmates thought I was top. The school fights always took place on Creer Street. It was a short street with no actual front doors, but the side of one house was on one corner, and sometimes when a fight was taking place the woman who lived in the house would wait for us to get all excited and would then open the window and throw a bucket of water over us. On one occasion she must have been in a foul mood, and she opened the window and emptied the full contents of the gazunder over us. The gazunder is the jerry pot that gazunder the bed. We found another place for the school fights for a while after that.
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