At school,
as part of my D of E, or for scouts or possibly just for a priority card that meant I could jump the queue at lunchtime (this is going back more than 20 years so it's a little hazy), I helped out in the school library. There was a microfische (basically a sort of powerful magnifying glass that projected microfilm onto a screen) in the library that kept breaking down due to loose wires leading to the lamp. Dave and myself would sort this by simply taking the back off and poking and prodding until the light came back on. One day I was bored and as some sort of a practical joke, with Dave's agreement, left a note for the librarian saying that Dave had been electrocuted and taken to hospital. Unfortunately, being a dependable type this was taken at face value and frantic calls were made from the headmasters office to the local A&E dept. When they found that Dave was OK (he denied ever having seen the note - bastard), I found myself marched into the heads office and asked if the note in my handwriting, with my signature on it was mine. Hoisted by my own petard!

On another note, more in keeping with the tone of this weeks posts, I nicked one of several porn mags that he had stashed under his bed but was never found out. Take that Dave! It was me!

Ok it's a shit story but it's a slow news week and if you don't post something better....
( ForecastMonkey, Sat 5 Jun 2010, 17:58, Reply)