Quintin Jardine's blog

The person I mentioned on the Stuart Cosgrove thing wasn’t my first primary teacher. She was a lovely wee wumman called Chrissie Parker, who played the harmonium, and onky ever belted one boy for being very, very bad. After her I had a lady called Miss (Roberta) Forrest, who left to become Kirsty Wark’s mum. The likes of your infant experience and my child-chucker were in the minority, I am glad to say. There were only two real beasts in Knowetop when I was there, although I did stand near to the deputy head at Fir Park one day after I’d left, and thought that if I’d used language like his, in his class, I’d have been belted till the blood ran.