Named And Shamed
So, many years ago a bunch of ten year olds, including one of my mates, are happily wandering down a street, full of the joys of spring and looking to get up to a little light mischief. All of a sudden, what should they spy but a paving slab replaced by a glimmering, virgin square of still wet cement. Ignoring the cones and signs to keep off they dare each other to leave their mark. Step forward one brave lad who decides to immortalize himself forever by doodling Barron, his surname, in the concrete.

So off he sets on his task, the other kids present shielding him and his criminal masterplan. He completes the letters B, A and R before he either a) realises he's about to write his bloody name in the cement so it won't be too difficult for his parents to pin the crime on him or, more likely b) like children everywhere fails to use small enough letters to start with to allow the rest of his name to fit in. So, what did he write?





BARPO


I can only think of one thing worse than everyone you know calling you something that makes you sound like a flatulent clown for your entire school career and beyond, and that's coming up with the inexplicable name yourself.
( Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Fri 4 May 2007, 20:03, Reply)