Why am I so hard II

After my last entry, I searched my brain for any other traumas that my mother might have caused to my macho development. And some of the worst incidents came to mind.

My mother was an only child, her previous children were girls - that went to private schools - often girls only schools. She taught at a private preparatory school, what could she possibly know about bringing up a 22 stone hard case.

I remembered my first day at junior school. It pissed down all day. We didn't have much money, being immigrants that started from scratch in London. But I was lucky, I had a coat. Well it was a plastic mac made out of a plastic sheet - you know the ones, the sort that old ladies wear, that used to be on display by the till in Woolworths.

I know not what possessed me but I was cold so I put the rain Mac on. I must have looked like a cross dressing freak because within seconds I could hear the catcalls from the not-so-bad lads. “ are you a little girlie” , “ Can’t you get your hair wet, darlin' ” and then after a while they started to pretend to look up my skirt (i.e. The rain Mac). Lucky these gits didn't know that mummy had also treated me to a plastic rain bonnet -- the old lady hood, like a sheet of plastic with two ties which fastened under your chin with a bow.!!!!

Some might say I over reacted then I took the rain “plastic sheet ” off and put it in my bag still wet where it remained intact but gradually grew mould.

Do you remember the song by Johnny cash “My Name is SUE – How Do You DO”

I know exactly what he is on about

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