<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:57:56.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeseater's Memoirs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-2913051830273978157</id><published>2009-08-27T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:59:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educating Poes</title><content type='html'>Our casual encounter quickly blossomed into a whirlwind of hot blooded romance.&lt;br /&gt;Over the xmas/new year we partied together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was 26 years old, divorced , and had her own house.&lt;br /&gt;It was'nt long before she invited me to stay the night with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she took my virginity it was like flying off to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just enjoy the experience" she told me "But dont fall in love with me because some day I'll hurt you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the fook did she know about love"&lt;br /&gt;"I WAS A 16 YEAR OLD FOOTBALLING SUPER STUD" "I KNEW EVERYTHING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon learned that I knew nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time she gave me oral, I thought we had comitted a crime against God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now its my turn" she said one night spreading her legs wide "Come on darling my pussy needs some serious kissing"&lt;br /&gt;"dont be afraid, I'll teach you how"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was petrified but she was so sweet that Im pleased to have been a devoted pussy eater all the remainder of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me sex is not dirty.&lt;br /&gt;It has to be fun for both&lt;br /&gt;If we both enjoy what we do then its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty is for poor narrow minded people who cant discard their inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 years I was blindly in love with this sex godess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day she dropped the bombshell.&lt;br /&gt;" Its time to call it a day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why,why,why" I cried bucketfulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You wont understand for a while, but Im one of those women who likes young boys"&lt;br /&gt;" Youre 18 now, a young man"&lt;br /&gt;" Now its time for me to find another young boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broken, I was suicidal, I cried for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually I learned to accept it and be eternally grateful for all the pleasur she gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died a couple of years ago. But for a couple of years we had great pleasure together.,and I'll never forget her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850737815425218533-2913051830273978157?l=poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2913051830273978157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/08/educating-poes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/2913051830273978157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/2913051830273978157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/08/educating-poes.html' title='Educating Poes'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-7245567388486395068</id><published>2009-06-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:25:46.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the Fiasco with the woman with a dick, I concentrated completely on my footy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played for School, and Boys Club, and even in the district Sunday League&lt;br /&gt;One day , walking down our main downtown street I bumped into a fellow footy Pal talking&lt;br /&gt;to a fantastically beautiful woman&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Poes" he said " " meet my aunt "&lt;br /&gt;My eyes popped and my mouth gawped wide openShe was much older than us we were 16 she was about mid twenties&lt;br /&gt;She was the spitting image of the famous American movie star Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;Tall, slender, and just ever so sophisticated and more beautiful than anyone I'd ever seen.As the weeks went by I seemed to accidentally bump into her whenever I walked in the town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seemed too be just too much more than a coincidence that we met so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were nearing xmas and at that time you never got invited to parties unless you could bring a partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her this one day and she said she had two tickets for her posh works dance in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Assembly Rooms in Newcastle. And would I like to go with her as her partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only too delighted to go and felt like a Prince with her as my beautiful Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she liked me a lot and it wasn't an accident we kept meeting. She told me she had been planning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fookin hell !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me a sixteen year old sexually frustrated footy player with my own drop dead gorgeous personal stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850737815425218533-7245567388486395068?l=poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7245567388486395068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/7245567388486395068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/7245567388486395068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-adventure.html' title='The Next Adventure'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-5145094224389548571</id><published>2009-03-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:25:38.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puberty Years</title><content type='html'>Second year in Grammar School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great sports facilities, Gymnasium, Footy pitches, Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could I wish for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple lessons pretty yuck though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latin, and Elocution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I got thrown out of Latin at the end of year one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latin teacher got me to decline the word "Mensa" (a table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensa, Mensa, Mensam etc etc but I missed one out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The vocative, boy" shouted the teacher "The vocative"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't see the humour when I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can assure you sir, I have no intention of talking to a table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and still am an enormous admirer of Winston Churchill and I copied that line from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also excused any further elocution lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our elocution teacher seemed to delight in making me stand up in front of the class and pronounce my name with a broad local "O" instead of a big round Oxford English "OOOOOw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pal "F" who couldn't pronounce his double "t" in the centre of his name felt just like me so we told him to stick his elocution lessons up his arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punishment was harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of the best from teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head master demanded an appology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way" we answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of the best from head master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks suspension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally agreed we could skip elocution lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after 12 years old got the first signs of puberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greasy skin, spots, itchy groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop scratching till one day got a strange feeling in my little dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I scratched the feeling got nicer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little pecker got hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I couldnt keep my hand off it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with it all the time till one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fookin hell ! a spurt of clear fluid shot out the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't pee, it was slightly oily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents hadn't prepared me for this but when I told my pals at school, most of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were having the same experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One boy's older brother explained it to him and he explained to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told us about the birds and the bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And opened our eyes to all the options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the idea was you poke your hard pecker into a girls pussy and squirt your juice into her and this is how babies are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally number one priority was to catch a girl who would help us out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chased and chased and tried all kinds of bribery and persuasiond but got nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat chance I had of losing my virginity !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a chapel youth club for two reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One they had a footy team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two they held a dance every Friday night where I could meet girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther was an older woman (about mid twenties) very sexy looking and sophisticated compared with the little thirteen, fourteen year olds I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On evening as we were leaving she asked me if I would walk her home cos it was cold and wet and she didnt want to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there she askjed me in for a coffee and after a bit chat she asked me had I ever kissed a woman before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Course I have" I boasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I mean a real woman. not one of the little girls who come to the dancing class" she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she leaned over and kissed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head spun round and round and it wasn't long before we were on her bed petting and kissing like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the toilet and came back naked and lay beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on cloud lucky seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to lose my virginity at last"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed and stroked eachother all the time my hand sliding down to her crotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never seen a pussy. Not even a picture of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my hand reached her rotch, she opened her legs to give me access, then she spread them wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooking Hell ! Up sprang a gigantic dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only 14, just out of puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed my clothes and ran home as fast as I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been spared a fate worse than death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have nightmares or wet dreams about this for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way could I tell my pals about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fook this sex life for a game of soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its footy for me from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850737815425218533-5145094224389548571?l=poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5145094224389548571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/puberty-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/5145094224389548571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/5145094224389548571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/puberty-years.html' title='The Puberty Years'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-7415749318282149003</id><published>2009-03-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:25:26.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar School</title><content type='html'>Its always the fookin same when youre the new kid on the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our attrocious accents drew attention to me and "F" almost immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week went by before this big daft arsehole began takin the piss out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't bad enough he began the old bully boy stunt pokin his finger in my chest and boasting to his buddies what he was going to do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put em up" He challenged me and he must have been to boxing lessons cos he stood up straight all Marquis of Queensbury style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hand reacinout high towards my face, right hand tucked tight below his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silly twat didnt know what was goin to hit him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped in real close and hammered his belly with a half dozen quick left rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he dropped his guard to protect his belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the same in his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nose went "crunch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood spurted all over and he kneeled on the ground bubbling his eyes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did my Party Piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at his bunch of cronies and asked in as loud a voice as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which one of you Fookers wants to be next ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly an hour went by before he returned with his big brother who made it very clear he wanted revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mate "F" interrupted his tirade saying "Come on, he beat your brother fair and square&lt;br /&gt;its not your problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im making it my problem. so fook off or you'll get it too"&lt;br /&gt;"he punctuated every word with a poke in "F" 's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor fooker ! He made a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty good with my fists but my friend "F" was very seriously violent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F" leaned over and pulled a cricket stump out of the grass and laid it square accross big bro's&lt;br /&gt;nose.&lt;br /&gt;"Crunch" it went. blood splattered all over. Big bro screamed as his blood and tears flowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F" leaned over him and said " I tried to get you to see sense but you fookin wouldn't. so learn a lesson from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DONT EVER FOOK WITH ME OR MY PAL AGAIN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy went on to be captain of the town rugby team, then later president of the town rugby club.&lt;br /&gt;He died about 10 years ago still carrying with him to his grave the ugliest broken nose imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he never told a soul he got it from an 11 yeat old kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850737815425218533-7415749318282149003?l=poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7415749318282149003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/grammar-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/7415749318282149003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/7415749318282149003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/grammar-school.html' title='Grammar School'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-3478781162619505808</id><published>2009-01-24T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:34:33.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 till 11</title><content type='html'>Well time flew by and the nympho J took her affections elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I refused to bash any boy who wounded the pride of some groupie girl in heat, they also withdrew their affections and I was free to enjoy playing footy again with my palls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was'nt long before we were sent up to the segregated junior school for 7 till 11 year olds&lt;br /&gt;No girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked hard at footy practice and got into the school team at 8 yrs old. The youngest in the team. not a star but a regular 1st choice right half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 I got into the town boys team. It was like international duty, and the groupies came back to decorate the touchline on a Sat morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late in the 10 year old year came the schollarship exams for acceptance in the High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, only 2 kids from the Laygate area passed that year. Me and my Pall "F"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laygate was actually the posh end of our part of the town.We came from a district called West Holborn. The land of the Sand Dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 6th house was English. The others were : Egyptian, Somali, Arab, Persian, and Yemeni.&lt;br /&gt;I could count to a hundred in Swahili before I could in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was'nt such a bad district. Two of the Egyptians were good footy players too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Somali who was a bit older was a great snooker player, and played for money in the "Old Durham Billiards Hall" and if we ever had a few pence we'd bet on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one Yemeni boy a few years older than us called "G" who had a cock like a horse and loved to show it off. He was never short of girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a couple of months off we went first day to enroll in the Towns High School.&lt;br /&gt;Our accents and vocabulary ( lack of ) drew attention from all the other kids. 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/3478781162619505808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/3478781162619505808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-till-11.html' title='7 till 11'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-4576744956983724452</id><published>2008-12-30T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:25:06.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schooldays ( First 6 Months)</title><content type='html'>After the showdown with the school bully, I encountered for the first time another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Groupies "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls by the dozen wanted to monopolise me&lt;br /&gt;Showering me with kisses and cuddles and downright dirty gropes.&lt;br /&gt;At 5 1/2, I didnt know how to cope with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final straw came with the latest attack from my old adversary little "J"&lt;br /&gt;I already told you she was the smallest in the class&lt;br /&gt;But her best friend "M" was the biggest&lt;br /&gt;Not fat, just big&lt;br /&gt;Really big&lt;br /&gt;The tallest person in the infant school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One playtime they both grabbed me and dragged me into the girls toilet&lt;br /&gt;Where "M" sat on me while "J" Sexually mollested me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My street Cred was totally destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first fluffie at the age 5 1/2 and didnt know how to even enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Sod this for a game of soldiers, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed to be a total batchellor forever and concentrate on my first love, -- Footy.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldnt be too long to wait&lt;br /&gt;Cos at 7 we went up to the junior school where boys and girlswere segregated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of my first year infant school another thing happened which influenced the remainder of my life.&lt;br /&gt;My best buddie "F"and I would wander off at nights to places very seriously banned by our parents.&lt;br /&gt;Down by the riverside&lt;br /&gt;The West Shore Landing (good for getting covered in oil, grease and for catching crabs)&lt;br /&gt;The Penny Pie Steps (Good for learning to swim)&lt;br /&gt;The corporation Quay ( Good for Borrowing a boat and "Tending Onn"&lt;br /&gt;The Coble Landing ( Good for pinching a boat and getting chased by the river police)&lt;br /&gt;The Firemans Jetty ( Good for catching Spratts )&lt;br /&gt;Meggs (Good for catching Puddlers )&lt;br /&gt;Salmons Quay (Good for gathering wood to chop up and sell as firewood)&lt;br /&gt;We all learned to swim at the Penny Pie Steps (A defunct Ferry Landing)&lt;br /&gt;One evening whilst attempting to walk a narrow girder across the Fire Fighters Water Pond, I&lt;br /&gt;slipped in. My best friend "F" got a wood plank and helped me to the side but the sides were wet and slippery and I couldn't climb out.&lt;br /&gt;With all my wet clothes I was too heavy for "F" to pull me out but he ran off and got a man to pull me out&lt;br /&gt;That evening at home we both got a bloody good hiding and were banned from playing with eachother.&lt;br /&gt;I think each mother blamed the other boy for leading her son astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still played together and went to the same prohibited places but managed to keep it secret&lt;br /&gt;most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our freindship was to last a lifetime and were still lucky enought to be still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thik thats enough from Infant Schooldays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow from the junior school soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Months)'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-6770127304057310873</id><published>2008-12-23T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:24:55.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schooldays ( Week 2)</title><content type='html'>Week 2 at School coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the embarassment caused by little &lt;strong&gt;J &lt;/strong&gt;the nymphomaniac,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the indignity of running home bubbling cos that bullying git busted my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consulted with a Pal who lived in the same backlane as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a year older than me but a good 6" shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commomnly known as " Little John" he was as hard as nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee problem Poes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ye got to do is grit ya teeth, walk straight up to him and kick him in the balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll gaan doon and when he does, just jump on him and punch the livin daylights oot of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deent stop till hes bleedin like hell and bubblin hees eyes oot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stand up and look at hees mates and say " whey wants ti be next ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off a went next day to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly peed me pants at playtime when I saw him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I plucked up the courage and did just what "Little John" told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness it worked a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as "Little John" said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of his pals accepted my offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like David and Goliath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of school bullying for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it brought on another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850737815425218533-6770127304057310873?l=poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6770127304057310873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/schooldays-week-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/6770127304057310873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850737815425218533/posts/default/6770127304057310873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeseatersmemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/schooldays-week-2.html' title='Schooldays ( Week 2)'/><author><name>Poeseater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819775967132044847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850737815425218533.post-418634677825600039</id><published>2008-12-23T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:23:32.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schooldays ( Week 1 )</title><content type='html'>My recent attempt to resume my memoirs suffered a bit of a shockwave causing me to stop before I even got started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind Good has conquered evil and off we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At five years old I was hauled off to school for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A junior mixed infant school where I was sat next to the tiny J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was to be the bain of my life for the next two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J was tiny, smallest in the 1st class by a good few inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also a nymphomaniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it great fun to embarass me by slipping her hand up my trouser leg under the desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chased me around the schoolyard at playtime snatching kisses at every sneak chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This did my street cred no good at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be a budding footy player and this titch of a girl was running rings round me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprising I became a target for the school bully fron day one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ran home crying my eyes out with a busted nose by the end of my first week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated 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