The cock-eyed nun of Bishop Goss was another 'urban myth' methinks. One dinner hour a few of us went into the old infants come seniors block - the original part of the school which was partly disused now that St. Gregs secondary school on Prince Edwin street took the seniors.
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We were all making our way gingerly along the corridor and into a room that was like the old carlsberg complaints advert, dust everywhere, suddenly someone noticed the bare lightbulb hanging down on about 4ft of twisted wire from the high ceiling was swinging and screamed whereby we all made a mad dash out with one lad catching his fingers in the rapidly closing door.
Hearts beating fast, we legged it out of the doorway into Cazneau Street into fresh air and daylight - next stop, Kitty Carters minute sweet shop to recount our tale and stock up on gobstoppers.
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