two more, why not...
in the sixth form I had a friend called Andy. We used to have mock fights all the time and here are a couple of instances where it got out of hand...

1)
Fighting in the study room - a fairly small room with ten 'study carrels' (a bit like this but more flimsy) and a blackboard. He picked me up and rubbed me against the blackboard, covering me in chalk. I saw red and hurled him across the room smashing two of these study carrels. Both of us had that look on our faces - the I've-just-shit-my-pants-in-public face - and decided it would be best to go and own up to the head of year. Of course, we made up some lie about walking into each other and falling over, but that's the way these things go.

2)
Fighting in the deputy head's office. We were due to have a philosophy lesson with the DH when Andy says to me, "Fancy a fight?". Stupidly I said yes. Cut to the two of us rolling around on the floor grappling each other trying to mark each other's faces with official rubber stamps. Then the DH walks in. We didn't get in trouble because we got on really well with him, in fact he just laughed and told us to get up. Ah, the good old days.
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Tue 14 Mar 2006, 12:53, Reply)