Ah bygone days.
I have many a tale to tell of wicked schoolground escapades, more than enough to make up for last weeks lack of anything at all relevant.

R.E. always seemed to be the one class guaranteed to supply hilarious events for the pupils and red faced rage for the long suffering R.E. teacher.

Our R.E. teacher was a real die hard crazy man. A fully ordained minister, he has his own religious radio show and he's still on the go at my newly rebuilt high school, and I recently heard he'd been suspended for hitting a pupil (little blighter probably deserved a smack and I doubt he actually did it) if that narrows it down any.

This man was great. Stuff even wet behind the ears schoolkids had trouble swallowing was, quite literally, gospel truth to him.

The world was created in seven days, Adam and Eve wandered about with no pants on, a talking snake gave Eve a magic apple, all that stuff was as normal as anything.

Worryingly, I seem to remember that I got him for History in first year (or year 8 for all you weird non-scottish people.

So when my ex-sister-in-law pipes up "Sir...... what about the dinosaurs?" in the middle of his R.E. class, perhaps throwing her out into the hall and threatening to suspend her was a slight overreaction.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 4:43, 2 replies)

I had
an RE/History teacher in my school. Don't think he was a minister or had his own radio show though.

IRC from your stories, you're a Glasgow lad no? Maybe it was the same guy?
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 13:42, closed)

Few miles south
of Glasgow :D
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 19:01, closed)