by protruding out his chest forcing Mr Shield to bounce backwards into his classroom. I was surprised how in an instance my dad could turn from pent up rage to unassuming calmness gently enquiring why his son had to endure indiscriminate punishment. He was also a great actor! Dad listened intently to my teacher’s finger jabbing arrogance and flippancy on why he should have to justify to a parent on the virtues of strict discipline to such a wayward child. “Don’t point yer finga at me cos I ain’t one of yer kids,” said dad as I watched him slowly becoming angry again. Mister Shield just carried on ranting, raving and poking. “Your son ludicrously claimed to have met a certain Mr…