Some bright spark suggested we should wear the correct elements of the uniform, but mix things up a bit (I bet she became a lawyer). So one Friday at break time, along with most of the girls in Year 8, I took off my tie and fastened it around my waist. Then the particularly ugly grey purse-belts we wore around our waists were worn as necklaces. We all wander around the school giggling like idiots and feel quite secure as there was safety in numbers as Slipper Woman couldn't whack all the girls in our year.
I would like to say that we re-enacted the famous scene from Spartacus and that girl after girl stood up to say 'I am the purse-belt rebel'. (Isn't Kirk Douglas lovely in that scene, a little bedraggled and dusty, but that manly tear so makes up for his lack of grooming. Not so keen on the pants, but suppose slaves couldn't be picky).
Back to the hall - no one owned up so we all had a lunchtime detention. Uniform rules were rewritten to specify what part of the body a particular item could adorn.