You call that bullying? Have we not had our Beano today? What about 'sticks and stones?' What about 'names will never hurt me?'

When I went to school, well I went to 14 different schools. I was often the new kid at school, the outsider, the kid getting beat up and pushed around by the established gangs of kids. Being neither very big nor very brave, I often had difficulty defending myself. At least I thought that I did.

Come to think of it, I can remember more times where my feelings were hurt than when I was physically hurt. Like the rest of you, I collect those hurts and keep them close to my heart so that I can savoir them on slow days with too much dead air.