Supply and demand
You know that joy you would feel when you heard a teacher was ill, and NO, classes weren't cancelled. You got the supply teacher instead?
YAY!
Well it was YAY in our school if you got Mr.Jones.
He was brilliant. He was a jolly Welsh chap with a monks hair do, beer belly and a muzzy that would put Tom Selleck to shame. His replacement lessons always consisted of a 'spot the intro' pop quiz. Playing snippets of songs from a portable tape player. (yes that's a tape player) He had a never ending supply of the things!
The BEST thing though was he had been bitten by a shark, and lived to tell the tale.
And boy, did we make him tell the tale again and again and again.
With a ridiculous amount of hounding we could demand him to show us the 'wound'!
He would too if he was in a good mood, and as he lifted up his shirt to show the ruddy almost gelatinous scar (it was on his lower front left side) the whole class would erupt in screams of 'EEEuuughghghhghghghhhhhhhh SIR!!! That's DISGUSTING EUUUgGGHHHHHHH'
While he chuckled to himself, pulled down his shirt, and tried to make us guess if the next intro was Culture Club or Duran Duran.
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Fri 18 Mar 2011, 0:30, Reply)