November 1971 - Aged 7

Dad had noted in his diary that I ‘filled my pants’ at school. He hasn’t elaborated on that though and you’re probably thinking “what has he filled his pants with?” Money, sweets, bacon butties, chocolate (well, sort of). OK, I’d shit myself at school! It happens, well it had happened to me. Who hasn’t? [Imagine deathly silence and Tumbleweed, at this point].

Strictly speaking I wasn’t actually at school. We were at some school ...