Barmy Bhavani
Science Technicians.

We all had them (I presume).

Ours was a lady of (most likely) Indian descent named Bhavani(sp?).
She was a lady of limited vocabulary, limited in fact to a single word. "George"

"George" was the head of biology, and constantly tailed by Bhavani. Bhavani and her trolley, scattered with test tubes, beakers and the like.

She was the only person I've ever encountered who seemed to be constantly confused by everything and everyone around her...except George of course. George was her rock.

Her defining moment was during one Biology lesson, she skulked toward us (unsettling to say the least) and proceeded to open a drawer immediately behind us labelled Test Tubes.
Surely, test tubes would be discovered upon opening?


No.

A single jaffa cake pocket pack (remember the ones from the advert...."Full moon, half moon, total eclipse"?) lay silently, motionless (as would be expected from an inanimate object).
Bhavani is obviously confused by the presence of such a foreign item. Lifting it precariously she sniffs...shows the slightest moment of ecstacy....but alas, upon realising her plastic companion cannot be removed from its humble abode, replaced it with a mixture of anger and regret.

The back row of us 4/5 young gentlemen were obviously bewildered by this event, and burst into the inevitable roar of laughter.

From that moment on, I shed a silent tear whenever anything leads me to reminisce about Bhavani and her secret plastic lover.
(TheColonel, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 19:42, Reply)