When I was a 'sassenach' living in bonnie Scotland I was targeted by a group of bullies. I took several beatings. One day on my way home from school I came across the ringleader, on his oddy knocky. He got an hiding that I bet he still winces at the memory of.

As he lay curled up at my feet, I warned him that this was only a foretaste of worse to come if I got so much as a slap in future.

The bullying stopped.

Moral: Don't be a victim.