Sunday, 3 April 2016

Tuesday 8th March 1988

As I was playing in the playground Rory came upto me and pulled my trousers down, and in the middle of the playground!!!

This kind of thing rarely happened to me, I was bullied a bit when I was 12-13 but I went to the headmaster (lovely bloke, Mr Scott) and it got stamped out immediately. I was quite a meek child in general, my confidence was mainly delivered to me in a giant lump sum when I got to uni 7.5 years after this diary was written. 

But still, Rory pulled my trousers down. And in the middle of the playground!!! Not completely sure how mortified I was, I guess it depends on how many people saw. Don't worry about me though, I turn out alright in the end. 

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