I WAS probably not long out of short trousers when I realised that Lochgelly was actually a place and not a thick, rigid, leather implement used to beat kids’ palms. My acquaintance with the product was fairly regular, I often carried the red marks of the thongs on my wrists, and once I achieved something of a record, receiving 13 smites from a sadistic woman teacher with the arm of a blacksmith and the bulk of a sumo wrestler. . http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/16160146.For_whom_the_belt_told/?ref=rss