Mugged!

Well I'll be dipped! Some fond and some 'orrible memories of that place.
Used to be *totally* run by priests when I arrived there in the 2nd form in
'76. corporal punishment was **mandatory**. Public humiliation and
caning/strapping/slippering/beating were definitely the order of the day.
Our year used to have some good running battles with the Thomas More lot
down the road.
I was the first kid in our year to come to Fisher on a bike. First a rat
250G5, followed by a 750K2 which was even rattier! I was not looked upon as
a role model for the rugby/cricket-playing crowd, as I used to get regularly
pissed at lunchtime down the Railway, often encountering the masters coming
out of the Jolly Farmers on their way back to school. Takes me back it
does...

JB

 

Nothing hasty. Let the police et al find out who the perps are, and then
get some ugly strangers to have a word[1] with their respective fathers.
Next day, perps show up in school with black eyes/swollen lips etc.

[1]"I know who you are, and where you live, and who your son is. Your son
is the reason we're having this little chat. He's been making a nuisance of
himself..."

 

*Sound* policy.

JB

 

As to the retribution thing I'd suggest it a very, very bad idea apart
from the potential for it to spectacularly backfire I'd suggest it would
send the wrong signals to your son at an impressionable age.

Those who know all the tricks for disabling or special over complicated
ways of hurting people are speaking from positions of ignorance; simply
demonstrating their own spiritual and moral weakness. I'd listen to
Bruce (YTC) on this.

However Jamie's confidence will be at a very low ebb and perhaps
something along the lines of one of the martial arts may help. As a
distraction and as a boost to his own self belief. Here endeth Simon's
lesson on child rearing.

Oh, and be grateful you didn't send him to a proper school as it wouldn't
have been a kicking: it would've been full penetrative anal sex.

 

The estate where they're from, not even their mothers know who the
fathers are. Seriously.

 

I am, actually.

When it comes to retribution, I don't do the physical stuff. I tend to
be a bit more cerebral and imaginative. I'm not the physical type.

 

Sort of what I figured. Thanks.

 

Fewer priests there now. One or two splendid masters - Murdock, the
music man, comes to mind. One or two useless time-servers, too.

Rugby is still the alternative religion, and the school got a holiday
when we beat the kangaroo-shaggers.

 

nothing much has changed I see then. Do the Fisher boys still chase the
Coloma and Sacred Heart Convent girls with the same enthusiasm a we used to
though I wonder?

JB

 

sound advise mr bear

 

Find a corrupt judge and get ASBOS and curfew orders taken out on all
the culprits.

HTH.

 

bet its the other way round these days

 

<Boggle>

Petel, you are without doubt the most imaginatively evil person I've
ever encountered.

<G>

 

(The Older Gentleman) wrote in

Maybe Muck could lend you his stillettos.

Excellent, but they won't give them to you unless you take out a private
prosecution and obtain copies of their statements.

Give him plenty of reassurance on this. Hope he gets the satisfaction of
nailing the turds.

 

$:

Here's some advice for you.
Learn to snip. FFS.

 

Sorry to hear about the incident.
I'm always of two minds, firstly that redress is a bad thing and won't
solve anything but secondly that if they get away with it this time, how
much worse will it be for the next victim etc.

If you have a 100% positive ID, then waiting a while, getting some
friends to help out, and some friends to say that you were all at a
particularly splendid barbecue at the time.

Take one transit van, sans number plates, one driver, 3 others in the
back. one piece tyvek suits/gloves. Drive, find culrpit, stop, grab.
Silently. Bundle into the back of the van and drive. lots. round and
round. take to a destination, some woods, an industrial estate, whatever.

Culrpit will be fucking crying enough by the time you get there. What
motions happen then, are up to you. enough gestures to understand what
it's like to be a victim I guess.

 

Heh.. that was from someone who knew what they were doing.. Me? I can
only dream of being that brave.

Cool, their own stupidity is their undoing, with luck.

 

Rules are only a stick someone can hit you with, the trick is not to get
wacked.

Also, talking wastes a lot of time. If you have to talk to someone
you're teaching a lesson to, it should be in slightly hushed tones,
without profanity and from within their own personal space, but only
after they've been immobilized.

 

and the winner is...

 

You're completely right there... winning before a war begins is always
the best first option.