When Goats attack
My mum was a geography teacher when I was young. I failed Geography O level deliberately - only one I did fail - to stop her rabbiting on about oxbox lakes and oolitic limestone in the car to me, as if I was bothered...
Anyway, she taught at a fairly rough inner city school in Birmingham, and once had to take her class on a field trip in Oxfordshire somewhere. We turned to the site in my Mum's old Fiat 126, with buttercup decals on the side - this being the early 70s and me being a young lad of six. I think we'd gone under our own steam as Mum was desperate not to have to look after the savages on the coach, and probably told her management I was coach-sick or something.
Anyway, it's a bright summer's day, we arrive at the field trip site, I get out of the car full of the joys etc and then it appears. A beast the like of which I'd never seen before, goats not being commonplace in Birmingham unless eaten in curried form by the West Indians living there.
And it ran at me.

And I ran like a speeding arrow, away from the goat and into the building. And it followed me !

So I ran upstairs.

And it followed me ! How was a beast like that capable of running up stairs. It was neither logical or fair !

I locked myself in a toilet. I could hear it butting against the door. Eventually it was caught, restrained, and I grudgingly opened the door.

I've never liked those fuckers since. Any creature with pupils that are rectangular can't be right.
( I_Was_Mordred, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 16:17, 2 replies)

Mordred mentions goats and...
...I'm now waiting for the floodgates to open.

Over to you, Bert, Kaol et al.

_{et al. Geddit? althegeordie, see?}
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 16:22, closed)

Yep, got it
nice one etc.

So *yawns, stretches* goats eh. well let me think.........
(Bazongaloid, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 16:24, closed)