I was an 18-year-old sixth-form boy when I got into trouble with the deputy headmaster over a misdemeanor
involving an assault on another pupil. It was 1966 and caning was still very much in vogue. Mr Bryson the deputy headmaster had a serious man-to-man talk with me and then listed the options. One meant expulsion-the other a rather sore bottom! I accepted his authority in the matter.