Theatre Geeks
This all occurred back in Year 11..

Me and my friends we're taking GCSE theatre. despite the fact we we're taking the technical options, this automatically made us gay and we regularly had shag fests in the eyes of the thickest twattish chavs in the school. This singles us out for the usual verbal abuse, pushing, spitting etc, nothing really major but annoying as fuck.

One night we'd been rigging lanterns and building set since we'd arrived at 8am, and it was now 6pm. We'd been working all bay without a break, half the equipment still wasn't working, we had to come back the next day 9saturday) to finish up. We are all tired, sweaty and pissed off. I'm carrying a great heavy bag of tools, and the teacher who was supervising us (great guy, died of cancer last year, the poor bastard) just said as we were coming out "Come on lads, let get a drink".

Two of aforesaid chav twats are at this time released form their regular after school detention, and ride past us on their BMX's swearing blindly at us. They then decide it would be funny (with a teacher there for fuks sake - like i said, not the brightest apes in the world) to block our path and swear at us. My memory is blank of the following period.

In the pub over a pint i was later told that i just put my bag on the ground, pulled a CROWBAR from it and twatted the biggest of the two over the head as hard as I could, picked up my bag and calmly walked off, leaving the idiot lieing very still on the ground.

Never since then have I ever been so feared and respected, and from what I've heard this has been passed down in legend, so if anyone in the drama dept is getting stick again, all it takes is for a mamber of the tech crew to wonder arojnd holding a large tool meaningfully ofr it to stop. The happiest days of my life......
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Sat 11 Mar 2006, 3:33, Reply)