Posh-bosh.
I joined a comprehensive at 12 and had to sit next to a stuck-up prat called Ian Leadbetter. His mum was on the education board and insisted that he appealed against his exam results so that he could go to a posh grammar school in the area. In the meantime, he had to come to my school. He had all the lines about how rubbish my school was and surprise-surprise his mum got him moved to the grammar school. Shame your results weren't as good as mine and at least my school was better at fighting than yours. And we didn't try and cycle away when it all kicked off.How's the hood on your coat? Hurt your neck when I ripped it off, did it? Good! That right-foot volley into your stomach was very satisfying, considering the chain had come off your £200 BMX at the wrong moment. Haha. Mega-goooood!
(AveUseenIT, Tue 20 Sep 2005, 14:18, Reply)