Issue 65 - Getting the Cane
The first time I got the cane I was fourteen years old. The grammar school had an active Army Cadet Force to which I had briefly belonged until I discovered that rifle shooting only happened once a year. Not long after deserting, I underwent a moral conversion and became a peace campaigner - you must understand that this was all taking place in the late 1960s.The Headmaster had offered the use of the school field to the County ACF one afternoon and so when a
small group of incipient hippies in school uniform began singing Lennon’s ‘Give Peace a Chance’ from the rhododendron bushes, there were several important-looking moustaches twitching.
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