I was Standing, You were there...

In 1977, I was 13 and a regular attendee at Bible Class.

Not willingly I will add, but I was there. The Bible Class was taken by the same old Biddy, who taught Primary 6 and leathered pupils every day for being less than christian. Thankfully, I never fell foul of her belting skills, and I survived unscathed, apart from the regular hugs she would bestow upon me, patting my poor head in to her mahooosive bosum.

On 4th June 1977, it was the Bible Class picnic. We boarded a bus and headed to Dunure Castle. Picnic and games was to be the order of the day, and I would be sitting with Miss G, and listen to her tales of being a good person, and the trials and tribulations of having to deal with the very scum of the earth.

On 4th June 1977, Scotland were also playing England at Wembley, and some of the boys had brought radios. How distressed was Miss G, that I accepted the invitation to sit in the shade of the castle with the boys and listen to the game unfold, instead of taking her arm and assisting her while she waddled around the grass.

She was mad with me for that, and madder still as I got really involved in the game, and I was heard to shout along with the "bad boys", by the time we got back on the bus, she was ignoring me.

That was the beginning of the end. I didn't go back to Bible Class after that, and I never had to endure Miss G's intolerant views again.

But if the choice comes up, I'll always listen to the football with the Boys.

Please look LARGE I haven't done anything to it.