Quarantined
My primary school was lucky enough to have a swimming pool for the infants to be introduced to swimming at an early age (a bloody good plan if you ask me!). In reality it was little more than a large pond with a roof and a hefty dose of chlorine.

I still remember it being closed for what seemed like forever (I was only about 5 at the time)because one boy, who we'll call B, decided to take an almighty shit in the pool during his swimming lesson.

Naturally B doesn't like to be reminded of his submarine colonic evacuation. Naturally I like to mention it at every opportunity.
( SubCulture Hero ... ... He... .... Comes ... ...., Thu 29 Jan 2009, 14:28, Reply)