Think I mentioned my woes when this story first came out. I was running a long distance race at school and in the lead. Near the end, a lad ushered me a certain way so I went - he started laughing as it was the wrong way. I turned and ran back, the lass in second waited and told me to go first - I said no, I'd gone the wrong way - go ahead. The onlookers said that we were both in Ponteland (Red house) so it didn't matter.
It did to me, and the lad - who was now apologising profusely - got a 'look' from me.
Still bloomin' rankles to this day!