We used to get "Do you want your palm read?" and if you stupidly said yes some dick with a paintbrush would paint your palm red.

There was "Do you know Paul?" and if you said "Paul who?" they'd say "Pull tie" and yank your tie so hard you couldn't undo the knot without scissors.

And there was "Do you want to be mooed?" and you'd go "what?" then they'd pin you down and fill your mouth up with grass like a cow. They did that to me on my birthday once and that upset me all the more because until that point I'd assumed people were immune to that sort of thing on their birthdays!

In hindsight, I was probably bullied.

Bloody Nora- part time James it seems you may have been victim to initiation ceremonies propagated by latent homosexuals (in denial) - this could be a new thread, and we need some cos frankly it's been a bit thin lately

I was an ugly child (and adult) so if I got any sexual attention of any form then I'd be very surprised.

Does anyone remember "Hello Jack, how's your back"
? I haven't see you for ears, but I still nose ya"

Obviously your back, ears and nose got a bit of a slap or tweak along the way.

Not about you I hope

Calling someone a Harlot or Trollop

A bit of 'totty'

One from husband's school days. Ask to read someone's palm and basically make up a story. Here's your big house, landscaped gardens etc then spit into the palm of their hand and say here's your nice big swimming pool

When I was a young girl my Mother said to me.. You listen here kid you're CPFC

Indeed there did. A proper old late-Victorian asylum on Dartford Heath. My next-door neighbours back in the day (in Northumberland Heath, Erith) worked there. I played cricket there a few times, and play regularly had to be suspended while the 'guests' took a stroll across the square. I played on Chislehurst Common too, but there were fewer such incidents!

Palace since 19 August 1972. Palace 1 (Tony Taylor) Liverpool 1 (Emlyn Hughes)