Windy Days
Am I alone in noting that gale force wind in the playground sends kids absolutely fucking mental?

We used to love windy days at school. The first school I went to was ancient (it still had fucking air-raid shelters!) and so most of the buildings would howl in the wind, and when we got out onto the playground, it became a veritable battle of kids vs the elements.

I remember one day in 1987, (just before that hurricane flattened the south coast) severe gale/storm force winds battered the school. As soon as the lunch bell went, we charged out into the playground and we were almost blown off our feet. Games of football were interesting (a light chip over a defender's head turned into a wind assisted 30 yard screamer), we got all the litter out of the bins, threw it into the air and watched in awe as a crisp-packet tornado took shape across the playground and out across the nearby allotment (much to the chagrin of the caretaker and allotment owners). Pretending to be Superman leaning 45 degrees into the wind with our coats flapping away like a cape. And for some reason we all got into a line, charged across the playground with the wind adding a few extra MPHs, clothes-lining any girls that happened to get in the way, finally slamming into the wall of the boys' bogs at the opposide end.

Fucking great days!
( h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega.., Fri 30 Jan 2009, 10:33, 2 replies)

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Finstall First perchance?
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 11:17, closed)

Good lord yes! How could you tell?

( h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega.., Fri 30 Jan 2009, 12:34, closed)