More strangely unathletic sports teachers
My school was rabidly obsessed with sports. Football, cricket, rugby, tennis, swimming, athletics, hockey, squash, cross-country...I'm sure if you'd volunteered to play something more exotic like polo they could have accommodated you.

The 'best' school rugby field was right in front of the school building itself, so someone turning up for their first games lesson might think there wasn't very far to go and this would be a bit of a cinch. Then, however, they'd look again and realise that in their infinite wisdom, the school had built the pitch in a giant natural basin, so as soon as there was the slightest drop of rain (not that rare an occurrence in the South East of England) the pitch would become waterlogged and stay that way for several days. So, it was off to the 'other' rugby pitches. These were always excellently drained, since they were located on top of a massive hill about two miles from the school. If they were in an indulgent mood the teachers would just say "Off you go" and wait for you to turn up, which meant you could walk there; if not, one of the younger sports teachers (the only ones with anything approaching physical fitness) would accompany you to make sure you ran every step of the way. We usually got to the top fields, in varying states of knackeredness, just in time to see the fat bastard head rugby coach arrive in his car and park right next to the clubhouse. The one time I saw him run was during a match, when the biggest lad in the year got the ball and belted off down the pitch with it. No-one else dared tackle this guy for fear of being flattened. Fat Bastard was not impressed with our display of British pluck and galloped towards us like a rage-infested rhino, screaming "Ye great bollocks!" in a manner that would have put Begbie to shame.

I also had the strange experience once of watching my head of music (large of gut and slap of head) ski down a mountain in Austria. Watching him bob and weave like FrankenWeeble made it impossible not to think of Dr. Robotnik.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 9:01, 2 replies)

Ha ha
Click for the Dr. Robotnik reference.
(ToysForBigBoys would spread her legs for Nick Clegg., Sat 21 Nov 2009, 11:34, closed)

Haha
Got a laugh out of me, for the mental image of a sking Dr. R!
(friedel, Wed 25 Nov 2009, 11:02, closed)