Thanks Rapide. Just the kind of initial response I was hoping for. Maybe you might go into more detail at some point?
Like you, our indoor PE kit was even more basic. Just skimpy white shorts ( we were not allowed to wear anything beneath them). So...PE....virtually naked (hahahaha)..bare-chested and barefooted. But...we had to get used to it.
Rapide mentions the 'walk back to the showers'. This is the crux of my account. In our case, it was a c. 1 minute walk to the showers ( we were not allowed to run - upon the very real possibility of being caned). The trouble was that a good part of our route was down a long, narrow corridor with four classrooms on either side.
They were the type of classrooms where the lower half of the frontage was brick and the upper part was large, victorian style windows. So, we were always aware of people watching us go by at the end of PE.
For three of my seven years at G S, PE lessons coincided with lesson changeovers and/or break time. The result (at those times) was the corridor teeming with over 200 pupils of all ages....boys and girls. We were always hurrying to get showered / changed as fast as possible, so as not to be late for the next lesson (detention offence) or break time. You will mot be surprised to hear that many people took great delight in 'accidentally' blocking your way, or sniggering or making snide remarks about your physique etc. To be honest..usually sweating, feeling stressed (time) & wearing next to nothing. ..it was sometimes very uncomfortable trying to get through this throng. There were times when people would try to touch you up as well!!
On this one occasion. People, quietly laughing and sniggering had blocked my way several times as I tried to squeeze, push past them. Then, a 5th form boy (I was in the 3rd Year at the time) came up behind me without warning and yanked my PE shorts right down, in full view of everyone nearby. It was just horrible and I was mortified. There were quite a few older (& younger) girls around. Some were laughing, but some...I could tell, were sympathetic (they were still staring though). Most of the boys close by just sneered or laughed nastily.
I was not a strong, athletic boy...nor was I fighter. But..,I just totally lost it. I felt a raging sense of injustice and incredibly acute embarrassment. I just rounded on the much older, bigger boy and swore (seriously for our ultra repressive GS) at him "You f******* b******" (as I swiftly pulled my shorts up). I just hurled myself at him (taking him completely by surprise and catching him off balance) he fell to the floor with me on top of him, punching wildly. (I told you I lost it...fighting was a caning offence).
The debacle only lasted a few seconds. A classroom door opened and there stood Mr Jarvis....a really vicious, nasty and terrifying Latin master."HOW DARE YOU!!! GET IN HERE THIS IINSTANT, THE PAIR OF YOU!!!" He was brutally efficient. He slippered both of us immediately before verbally haranguing / admonishing us. My three whacks probably hurt more, because I only had my flimsy shorts on.
His diatribe was vicious (it is hard to explain just how intimidating some of these peoole were). When he had finished,leaving us in no doubt that we would be sent to our even more terrifying headmaster , he asked us if we had anything to say for ourselves. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and self -conscious..standing virtually naked..still sweating slightly, heart pounding, trying not to cry. I was really on the edge of tears. I just blurted out that I was sorry, but it was so unfair because I had my shorts pulled down in front of everyone. Mr Jarvis glared daggers at me. The older boy denied it. My heart sank.
Then a voice piped up "Mr Jarvis,please may I speak Sir?" I had not noticed two 6th Form girls sitting in a corner of the classroom near the corridor window. In fact, the girl who spoke was the school's Head Girl. I knew her name & that she was something of a Latin expert and a favourite of MrJarvis. He glanced in her direction and amazingly said.'Hmmmm? Very well then."
"Begging your pardon Mr Jarvis, but Antrobus is lying. I saw him pull this poor younger boy's shorts down quite deliberately in front of everyone. He...he was....naked Mr Jarvis and everyone was laughing. Antrobus thought it was funny Sir.I think it was a despicable thing to do Sir."
I blushed and hung my head, embarrassed, but pleased she had spoken up. The other boy was flushed as Jarvis turned on him."Deplorable, disgusting behaviour. Worse still, you lied to me boy!! I shall deal with you in a moment." He turned to me."You should not have been fighting boy...but.,under the circumstances....you will do 2 nights dtention. Now..get out of my sight...before I change my mind.OUT!! NOW!!" I shot out of the room like a rocket as Mr Jarvis bellowed 'WALK, BOY, WALK!!". As Ipassed the window I smiled weakly but gratefully at the Head Girl.
I still had to do the detentions and endure a few nasty jibes for a few days afterwards, but it could have been so much worse....