Trainee PE teachers
'88, piss poor A-level grades, so off to college in Plymouth to be a teacher ! Woo and indeed Yay. So I get to halls, all OK initially. 10 blokes on the ground floor. Now I had the dubious pleasure of being between "Big" Dave Robjohns (a public school, rugby playing cunt of the first degree) and "Greasy" Dave Graham, (a public school educated sleaze ball). My tale is shit compared to some of the UTTER selfish shit thats been told in these pages, but highlights include my food being constantly stolen from the fridge (to the point I contemplated putting bleach in as a "surprise") and my plates and cutlery being used constantly (which was OK, but wash up after ?)cos I was the only idiot who bought any.
But the piece de resistance was Thursady nights. Now, being a college for retards* they have Friday Saturday and Sunday free so they can express their public school gayness by touching each other up and playing "Wugger" (and 5 days of lectures would fry their poor ickle brains) so every Thursady the tossers got munterd and partied til 2-3 am. I, not being a PE teacher had a full day of lectures so had to be up by 8ish. So every Friday I was stressed, angry and tired. Partly (but not entirely) due to their utter inconsiderateness, I quit.
Greasy Daves highlight was locking a girl in his room (on her own) and laughing at her crying through the door -WTF ?
I had my door kicked off its hinges one "party" night (I was in bed at he time) - that was fun. (And I lost my deposit!).
I had my bed stolen and hidden, took me 2 days to find it.

So anyone who was at Marjons late '88 and remembers me (quiet guy who tried to be a peace maker) and let this happen FUCK YOU ALL.

PE Teachers; amounts to the same thing.
(kitescreech still here, Mon 9 Apr 2007, 22:47, Reply)