
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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He was a right tosser, too. Never washed or anything- you could smell his socks a mile away- and always wore the same bloody clothes. He used to hang around outside the school with a mangy dog that he never even bothered to put on a lead, and wait for me to appear. And then the abuse would start- if the dog didn't get me, then the words always did. He'd call us names, like "softies", apparently because we weren't an ASBO menace to society like him...
I tell ya, I was always relieved when his dad yelled "DENNIIIIIIIS!"
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 13:18, 5 replies)

Then he'd be blonde and annoyingly winsome.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 14:59, closed)

then I got to the end. Good work.
( , Mon 3 May 2010, 9:34, closed)
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