The Mad Monk
Our PE teacher at high school was typical PE teacher material: loud, arrogant, slightly balding, and thought he was God's Gift to women. Many of the girls had a 'thing' for him. Us lads just thought he was a bit of a nob, with his rapidly growing bald patch, stupid swagger and inability to speak at a normal volume.

Once we were skiving proper PE, in the gym/dining room destroying some table tennis balls by belting them around with a broken chair back. Once we'd smashed them to bits, we started knocking a tennis ball around. This soon became a 'proper' game of cricket with wickets made from other bits of chairs, fielders, even a 'hit the window for a 6' rule.

We were having a right laugh when in strolls Mr Smug. We froze, he takes one look and flips out at us, something like this...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
"Nothing Sir"
"IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE NOTHING! THINK OF THE DAMAGE YOU COULD CAUSE! HOW DARE YOU BREAK CHAIRS AND PLAY CRICKET WITH THEM!"
"Sorry Sir"

The next big saw him go way up in our estimation. Expecting a right bollocking and a trip to the deputy head for a royal going over and probably a few whacks of the slipper, he shouts at us again....
"GET THE RIGHT EQUIPMENT AND HIDE THOSE BROKEN CHAIRS! I'M THE UMPIRE!"

Big unexpected let off and a good afternoon's sport for all!
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