prompted after the recent 11+ and school dinner threads.
nail your schoolday sniggering tales to the mast.
i always remember at junior school, in assembly we had to sing hymns.
every verse of every hymn was sung so quietly then we learnt 'when i needed a neighbour were you there.......'.
for some reason the verse 'i was cold, i was naked you were there....' was sung with such gusto, followed by sniggering and trying to hide behind the person in front.
also in woodwork it was surprising how popular the 'bastard file' was.
"sir, i need a BASTARD file"
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In the fifth year I found a screw on the floor and handed it to a female teacher. Her reply was 'thank you Mcmoist, I've always wanted a screw'. Loads of sniggering
Another from the fifth year, a female teacher with HUGE bazookers was eating an apple. I said to her ' a nice pair miss' and her response was' Actually, McMoist it's an apple' Once again, loads of schoolboy sniggering.
Funny enough, however getting a positive ID of the culprit by their shaking shoulders as they tried to laugh and make no noise used to finish me.
Skanking people (by skanking I mean pulling their shorts down) in a mixed game of rounders.
Getting shouted at by teachers always made me laugh, especially when they went red in the face and spat.
When getting told off someone pulling a face behind the teacher.
Our French teacher was a mild-mannered Frenchman who was just not in control of the class - we'll call him Monsieur S. Everyone messed around and few ever listened to him. One day we were all clowning around whilst he was writing on the board. My mate, usually the best pupil in the class, made a funny comment which Monsieur S didn't appreciate. He totally lost it. In his rage he spun round from the board strode down the class room and grabbed my mate by the hair. "Argghh you're pulling my skinback" shouted my mate. We all sniggered as we'd always though Monsieur S was more than a bit gay. My mate was known for some weeks afterwards as Paul Skinback. Nowadays Monsieur would have been sacked; in those days his humiliation was far greater. Poor bloke.
One of my first jobs after leaving school was in a factory making toy cars. At lunchtme everyone used to eat in the works canteen, including Mary a 60+ fat wrinkly old woman who had a feint whiff of incontinence, or perhaps rigamortis, about her. She could be quite nice at times, but was generally quite clucky and thought she owned the place. One day we were at lunch, me and the younger blokes on one table, Mary and her old crones on the next. One of the delicacies that they served in the canteen were pint bottles of milk shake. These came in a range of colours, though from what I can remember, all had the same indeterminate flavour. On this particular day I had a lime (coloured) one. I had just started to take a big swig when my mate whispered to me, "That's Mary's p*ss that is"! As he said it I started to laugh causing the milkshake to go up my nose. Unfortunately I didn't have the presence of mind to pull the bottle away, and somehow a syphon effect was created causing "Mary's p*ss" to flow from my nose and splash on the hard concrete floor. I don't know how much milkshake hit the deck in this manner, but at the time it felt like a whole bottle. Of course, the one person in the canteen who was garanteed to come over to our table to see what the fuss was about was Old Mary. Giggled? I've only just stopped.
My friend absolutely completely innocent asked our teacher what "erection" meant. We were all so shocked the class went into convulsions and the teacher picked on me to explain the meaning.
But valley's reminds me... I remember having this lady come in to talk to us about our monthlies in the 1st year of secondary.
The lady told us about various sanitary products we could use. She went on to say how safe tampons were and very easy to use and wanted to hit home the fact that the string would not become detached. So my mate was hauled up to hold aforementioned tampon and i was asked to tug on the string to demonstrate its strenth... then ensued a long tug of war with a tampax with the whole first year in hysterics. I nearly yanked my mate off her feet i was pulling so hard.
So what did you say and what was the reaction?
Lots of shuffling of feet and attempts not to laugh. When it was explained she didn't bat an eye lid.
"you'd gone home sir"
at this he paused, looked up as if trying to recall this. Then after a few seconds he stuck his face millimetres from mine and uttered the immortal words...
"Well you should have come to see me anyway"
At this we both kind of accepted that neither of us came out of this with any credit and went our seperate ways. The situation was never mentioned again other than a little word in my hear from the head of year that I would not be allowed to choose physics (which he also taught) as one of my GCSE options because this guy refused to teach me.
I found these, well the truth is dont know what I thought they were but I took them to school to show a few mates what I had found, they obviously didnt know either so we spent our experimenting with them, throwing them at people that sort of thing, we had loads of them! one of my school mates came running up to us at breaktime to tell us that he had squashed one in the vice in the metalwork class and it went Bang!! so that was it off we went lunch time and found what I remember as a half house brick laid them on the floor and proceded to bash the crap out of them, we thought it was great fun!! then the fun stopped as we captured by "Teddy" Davies the headmaster, and marched of to his office, after assuring him my mate had nothing to do with it he returned to class, he then left his office locking the door saying I`ll deal with you in a minute, after 5 minutes or so he returned, with 2 of the biggest policemen I have ever seen!!! "right young T.C.E where did you get these BULLETS from?" shite, for the last 2 days me and a few mates had been exploding what turned out to be pistol bullets, dont ask what sort, I didnt even know they were bullets!!! but is was going to get a lot worse for me yet!!! after calling my mum to the school, they obviously wanted to know were I got them from, eventually I told them! in the wardrobe in my Mums room!!!! my Mum had moved in a new boyfriend, and I`d been nosing around (as you do) and had found them!! so from school we had a ride a police car to our house, where a few more of the Mets finest were there waiting, they searched the house from top to bottom while I sat crapping myself in the living while my Mum refused to talk me, eventually in came the policeman and spoke to my mum, they had found "a gun" naff all to do with me, I hasten to add, Mum started to cry, my, " I knew there was something shifty about him" comment, got me a smack round the mouth that still hurts to this day, my Mum had moved in "a Armed Robber" 2 and half years!!! he got for conspiricy to rob, I met him again about four years ago in greenwich a frail man now, he actually thanked me for getting him nicked before they had done the robbery, he`s very happy playing cowboys and Indians with his g/grandchildren and thats the nearest he gets to playing with guns.
I was talking about old times with Mum the other day, when I said, "Mum, I knew was a wrong`un from the start" nearly got me another smack in the mouth.
are you another St Caths girl Ali?
Great story TCE
i have never ever ever forgotten the lines you used tomake me write as punishment the most i got was 500 of the following
"In future i promise i shall strive to behave
in a sane and sensible manor at all times in school
Should i fail in this endeavour i promise and accept that punishment for this misdemeaner is acceptable
and i shall carry it out with peace and goodwill in my heart"
Fishnets
there was a handgrenade found by some kids on their way to school through the accademy army area that resulted in the whole school being evacuated was that you lot made my fecking day double maths abandoned for the best excuse ever
i can see the sun newspaper now
School boys blow up school exclusive