The Doorstop Challenge
12:30pm, 1985. Like many of my fellow schoolmates, I used to go home for lunch as I didn't live that far away.
Upon finishing my grub I discovered one of those little plastic bags which when squeezed along the top became airtight (resealable bags?) had been my mum's choice of sandwich bag that day.
In my eyeline was a box of Daz. In my hand was a baggie.
After filling the bag with a liberal amount of washing powder I raced out the back door and stood at the fence at the back of my garden. Behind the fence was a pathway which one of my mates - quite a 'mountain-out-of-a-molehill' type of bloke used to get to his house in the next street.
So, over the fence my bag went accompanied by guffaws of stifled laughter from me.

Later on at school my eyes were met with the sight of P*t*r proudly showing off his find. Bearing in mind this was around the time of Zammo chasing the dragon and getting a smack on the nose, interest was high in to what the contents of this mysterious and sexy packet actually was.
P*t*r was lording it up saying what he was going to do with it (in fact he, much like the rest of us naive souls didn't really have a clue). If only he'd seen the emergence of Mr Winters barrelling down into the playground to find out what "all this commotion was about" instead of acting like Super Fly then he would have been spared a two-week detention, a threat of police involvement, lines (no pun intended) and a stern letter to his parents.

At the end of all that no one actually owned up to tasting the contents so in fact this 'gullible' prize goes not only to P*t*r but to the teachers, too.
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