Revenge is a dish best served cold... and wet.
Primary school, bully named Arnold (can't remember his surname otherwise I'd quite happily post it), used to belt one and all for no apparent reason.
This went on for two years until we went on a school camp to a farm and on the first morning when we all bounded out of bed, Arnold stayed put.
Poor boy had wet the bed.
Some genius immediately realised the old French song "Alouette, gentille Alouette, Alouette je te plumerai" could EASILY be sung "Arnold wets the, little Arnold wets the, Arnold wets the, Arnold wetrs the bed..."
And his reign of terror was over.
( difficultchild, Thu 21 May 2009, 1:38, Reply)