Cannibalism

Today's weather reminded me of this one...

We had a very pretty and eloquent french trainee teacher at our school. If you looked up lovely in the dictionary there would've been a photo of her angelic face beaming out at you. She was named Claudette.

It became a bit of a game to try and gross her out.... Well, we were teenage boys...

Go back far too many years for my liking...

A snowy day in the midlands, the playing fields covered in the white stuff. A proper snowfall - not like the weak as piss stuff we get nowadays.

Most of the teenage boys are pelting each other with snow and ice and stones wrapped in snow, as teenage boys tend to do.

Claudette notices a group of lads including my good self, over to one side lying in the snow howling and looking thoroughly miserable. Intrigued, she sidles over. She notices we have someone laid out in the snow with part of his arse on show and we're huddled round him.

"Boys! What on Earth are you doing?!?" Asks Claudette in her inveigling French accent, like honey wrapped in silk and tied up with a little pink ribbon.

We stop howling, look up at Claudette...

"We're playing Alive, Miss..."

She went back to France after a few months...
( SpankyHanky, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 10:22, Reply)