Our Funny Stories of When We Were Young! Well, we've all been there once!

That is precisely where one of the upper fifth kicked the maths teacher after receiving a perfectly placed right hook from him.

Both of them had trouble walking after that contretemps.

The student was expelled and the maths teacher was encouraged to find another job.

But it made good entertainment for the day.

Me and my sister were with my grandad at the beach and there were rocks going out to sea. We decided to scramble all over them as kids do, but I climbed too high and it was slippery so I fell off into the sea. Good job I could swim because I nearly drowned! 

Which is precisely my feeling when I was pulled-out of a lecture at university, and accused with many others of being involved in a night time raiding party into the ladies hall of residence.

I had nothing to do with it, but the accusation did much for my reputation as a would-be Casanova - sadly all false.

He used to take our RI classes and tended to pick his nose and fall asleep.  He also tipped backwards on hhis chair.

One particular day, he sat down told us to read out loud, however much, I forget, maybe a paragraph each.  We had to work our way around the class, which we did, until, on this particular day, he dozed off, tilted his chair backwards and fell off!!

We laughed, what else would 11 year old girls do!

In my final year at university I was invited to go on a 7 day archaeological dig to Jericho, which I considered might be the potential highlight in my life.

The university archaeological society had organised the dig, and all the relevant permissions had been sought and received from the Israeli Antiquities Authority. So everything looked fine, other than the fact that as penniless students just finding the money for the trip had been a problem, anyway it all went ahead.

On the second day after our arrival we were picked-up by a very dusty Arab driver in a ramshackle bus and driven to the site, when each of us was given a site plan and advised where to start working.

The armed guards on the site appeared completely oblivious to us, as one of our team had initially shown our authority documents to the site manager.

Everything was fine till after lunch, and as we marched back to the dig we found our way barred by two armed policemen who were asking to see our documents.

These were duly shown, and to my dismay a further group of policemen then arrived at the scene.

For some reason which was incomprehensible to me at the time the whole group of us were then marched-off and locked in what appeared to be an old mudbrick hut with metal bars set-in to the windows..

After a wait that seemed endless, but probably only an hour or so in stifling heat, an army officer who spoke perfect English authorised our release, but would not permit us to return to the site.

What appears to have caused our problem was that the antiquities department had erroneously dated all our documents to the previous year, which were of course out of date by the time we arrived in the country, and nobody had noticed this clerical error before the trip had gone ahead.

Anyway as anyone who has any experience of the bureaucracy that the Israeli system can throw at you will already suspect,  we did get the documents reissued, but on the day we were returning to the UK, having only spent approximately four hours at the dig, out if a potential four days.

This was a huge disappointment, but a great lesson in checking and rechecking all future documentation.