How to piss off the English department.
I once won a prize for English at school. A bloody book token. Great.

I think it was the result of a book report, where we were given a small blank exercise book and had to fill it with a summary or review
of the story, and I crafted a crude pop-up book. It was on 'Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH', and being a creative sort I'd lifted a load of illustrations from the promotional material for the Don Bluth animated adaptation.

Anyway, the prize was a book token. We had to choose a book, buy it, and return it to the school for a grand presentation. Come the parents' evening, I was sick with a headache so my brother picked it up for me.

From then onwards, I was subject to derision and abuse from my barking mad, Victorian-attitude English teacher, and I had no idea why.

It was only much later that I realised that the deluded staff honestly thought they were instilling a love of literature in their students, and my choice of 'The Complete Spectrum ROM Disassembly' as a literature prize rather tactlessly highlighted their failings. It was apparently referred to as 'not even a proper book'; Doctors Ian Logan and Frank O'Hara apparently not on the department's list of acceptably tedious and departed authors.
( joefish It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks, Fri 29 Apr 2011, 14:58, 2 replies)

quite possibly
One of the best books ever written for computing
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 29 Apr 2011, 17:24, closed)

You're being me again
I bound mine in black leather, like a bible

my dad's a book binder, so it wasn't' that weird
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Sun 1 May 2011, 14:51, closed)