I was dead good at school, prefect and everything.
Things went slightly awry at sixth form though. Had compulsory Religious Education classes (place was run by Jesuits) and had to sit through an entire lesson devoted to why homosexuality was wrong. Basically it consisted of the fact they do each other up the bum and this is a wrong act resulting in tears and blood. I asked the simple question of whether it was ok for heterosexuals to do each other up the bum and was told this didn't happen.
"But the blokes who ring up my sexline always want to do that to me" I said brightly.
Banned for a week from all classes and forever from RE. Which was alright in my book.
Things went slightly awry at sixth form though. Had compulsory Religious Education classes (place was run by Jesuits) and had to sit through an entire lesson devoted to why homosexuality was wrong. Basically it consisted of the fact they do each other up the bum and this is a wrong act resulting in tears and blood. I asked the simple question of whether it was ok for heterosexuals to do each other up the bum and was told this didn't happen.
"But the blokes who ring up my sexline always want to do that to me" I said brightly.
Banned for a week from all classes and forever from RE. Which was alright in my book.
