When I was young say 8 or 9 we being my family and I moved from the Council Estate where I was born to Eastwood the birthplace of D H Laurence.
The school was old and strict but I was fast and tough and I made friends with the nice and I beat up the rough.
Wish I could remember his name but one day in the outside toilet at playtime, one of my new friends stepped back from the old urinal and pausing for my attention pissed on the high ceiling of the Victorian toilet block and I was amazed!
I tried several times to do the same, but failed as my new high pissing friend watched on his secret safe.
I always looked out for him after that and allowed time after he’d been.
I think fondly of him even now.