Finlay laid hands on a child last week and that was that: sacked as a classroom assistant, with the threat of prosecution if any bruises come up. He was only restraining the little eedyat, but you can’t touch the kids even in a Pupil Referral Unit, where the kids are lethal. So it’s back to the irregular painting and tiling, the £1 accumulators at William Hill, the long nights on the Playstation.
The same week I was in court, again, for Finlay’s cousin Morris. The magistrate is cruel—grants bail, but with a £3,000 surety which no one in Morris’s world…
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