Mr Carter kept up the pretence with a lecture about how bad smoking is, and how we needed to be punished. XXNX I had a happy middle class childhood, being born into post war Britain, rationing was just ending, work was plentiful, kids were on the whole well behaved and discipline at school was real! Alan stole some cigarettes from the local paper shop, and we decided to smoke them behind the bike sheds at school. My parents are wonderful and loving people who struggled to bring us up in a rapidly changing world. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the amazing thing was his “willie” changed! When I got home I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a second spanking, for being so stupid as to say anything.
