Mums still can

By the time I was 11 and at middle school in the north of England, I was something of a hell raiser, and considered myself the class clown, constantly disrupting the lessons I sat through (mostly very bored).

I thought this was all hugely funny at the time and thought myself largely untouchable. Despite a couple of detentions and a few hundred lines, my teachers’ response to my disruption was mostly to raise their eyes to heaven and tell me (for the umpteenth time) to be quiet.

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