Belgium
School trip to war graves. As I'm sure everyone British will know, the attention payed to ones attire on the rare school occasions where you don't wear uniform is, to say the least, close. It was a bad idea, therefore, for me to think "fuck it" and throw on a leather jacket and baseball cap with my curly hair poking out from underneath.

I was mercilessly called "paedo" "sex offender" and other variations on the theme throughout the entire trip. I have some sympathy with paedos now: nobody deserves that.

I am sure, though, that all of this would have been wiped from my memory if the strip club that my teachers had oh-so-wisely decided to book a hotel next to had actually had any strippers in it, as opposed to it being their night off. As it was we had to make do with drinking large quantities of Del Boy cocktails and smoking gear which we were sold at a ridiculous price by the local kids.

Oh and I had to put up with people writing really achingly deep stuff like "Why?" in the frost on the ground at the cemeteries. Cringeworthy.
(chocolatepossum, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 10:42, Reply)