This story is from 1981. I was 15 and my sister, Lottie, was 13. We attend the same comprehensive school. The uniform was black skirt, white shirt and black blazer, with grey or black trousers for boys. Lottie tended to wear tight knee-length pencil skirts. She was quite attractive and popular, whereas I was quieter. She wasn’t academic and was in the CSE group whereas I was an ‘O’ level student. I used to walk to school with Lottie. We got on well, and that resulted in me introducing her to a friend. He wasn’t a good friend, just someone

I came across this site and thought readers may be interested in a couple of my own personal recollections. I was born in 1966 so, as you can imagine, have quite a few stories as corporal punishment was quite common in the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s. I came from a working-class family. We lived in a 3-bed semi-detached house; that is, my mum, dad and sister, Charlotte, or Lottie as we called her, who was 2 years younger than me and is the subject of some stories which I will send separately as they are quite long. I had the