Miss, what's PMT?
When I was at school, it's fair to say I was very naive and mildly cretinous (looking at some of the previous entries reminded me of some of the prickish stuff I used to do).

Anyway, when we were in year 8 or 9, we would regularly get student teachers from the local Poly who were putting their new-found skills to the test. Often the poor buggers got torn in half by us playing up and answering back thinking we were dead clever (it felt like it at the time), but one poor girl got far worse treatment from me, albeit inadvertantly.

It was around this time that girls and bras and what-have-you were starting to become prominent in our adolescent conversations, and while the young teacher was attempting to get us under order, my mate Rob asked me if I knew what PMT was. As previously stated I was spectacularly naive at this time, and confirmed that I didn't. Rob (the twat) then suggested I asked the teacher what it was (in my defence, I didn't know it was anything biological/embarrassing which would have stopped me had I known).

So I asked her.

And the classroom fell silent.

And she crumbled.

Even as an idiotic child I realised the upset I'd caused, but covered it up with a bit of youthful bluster and pressed on (she managed to finish the lesson by the way, but I never did get an answer).

Years later (as in about 6 months ago), I saw her again in my local pub, and I was instantly taken back to our previous encounter. I visibly cringed as I thought about what I'd said, and actually took steps to hide from her. At one point my drunken stupour suggested that if I was still single, I could've gone over and 'fessed up. She would've been charmed, and we would laugh and shag (she was tidy) Common sense soon put paid to that ridiculous concept, however, and I spent the remainder of the evening cowering behind my dad. I'm 30.

Student teacher, if that was you, sorry.

P.S. I know what it is now, too...
(titusyouclown, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 12:49, 2 replies)

PMT?
That used to be the bus company in North Staffordshire: it stood for Potteries Motor Traction Company.

They used to have a double decker across the back of which was a big advert for public transport. The slogan was "Get there faster with PMT."

I suppose you might.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 12:54, closed)

Pnumatic Muff Tickler...
My mum's got one of those... Got quite a kick, apparently...
( SpankyHanky, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 13:10, closed)