the Great Fish War of '85
my first year of senior(high) school, my bus stopped by a tiny fish shop which, strangely enough, sold tiny fish. sprats, to be precise.
these sprats were mostly bought by anglers as cheap bait. 30p would get you about a dozen of these smelly, slimy little buggers.

one day, one of the older boys decided that he didn't really like another boy so, before boarding the bus, he purchased some fishy ammunition, which he proceeded to fling at this other boy, along with everyone else on the top deck of the bus. the stench was horrendous but, by the time we got to school, we all had the same idea: let's all buy sprats tomorrow!

and so we did.

armed with our fishy parcels, about 20 of us boarded the bus, went upstairs and unleashed piscine armageddon.
what fun! we may have stunk like a prossie's laundry basket, but we had had a ball. also, when we got to school, we got an unexpected bonus; we were all sent home to rid ourselves of our rather disturbing eau de billingsgate. result!

for the next 2 weeks, the Great Fish War continued, with alliances formed, broken and reformed ten times or more in the 20 minutes it took us to get to school.

then, one day, our fun was suddenly over. the owner of the fish shop refused to serve us and the school bought a washing machine and tumble dryer. if anybody came to school in a fishy state, their uniform would be confiscated and washed, they would be forced to spend the rest of the school day wearing a bright red plastic smock and their parents would be charged for the cleaning.

still, it was fun while it lasted.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 17:19, Reply)