…More flipping limping seagulls.
I brought a book about them into the lesson, which I’d kept from
when we’d studied them primary school.
The teacher spotted this and accused me of cheating.
Ha – he’s got a nerve!
Well, there are quite a few in the human body,
so I suppose that goes without saying…
I like that I use the word “flipping”.
I was incredibly coy about using swearwords in my diary at this point. I still feared my words would one day be found, studied and judged by my parents. This all changed over the next couple of years, until it got to the point when I was more foul-mouthed in print than I ever was in public.
There wasn’t a parity of profanity until I went to university.