Hardly earth-shattering, but a handful of reminisces...
I was a pretty studious, boring sod during my time at school - a bit of a teacher's pet basically. So when it came to picking a pupil to be responsible for the tuck shop in primary 5 (Tangy Toms, 5p per wee bag) I was the obvious choice. Unfortunately the temptation was there and I gave into it. Put simply, I was skimming off a pretty hefty amount into my own pocket, because I thought I'd get away with it. How naive... I was fine for several days, until both the head AND the parish priest (this being a Catholic school) turned up at the door one evening and a right royal bollocking from the parentals followed.

My enterprising younger self then, in primary 7 banded a small group of pupils together to make and sell Teenage Mutant Hero Turtle bookmarks. For 12 year olds we'd made quite a decent amount before we were herded into the head's office for an introduction to something called "copyright infringement". Using the school office photocopier to produce our bookmarks without chipping in for the costs probably didn't help matters. Cue a run-in with the folks when I got home, too.

On the plus side, I should be grateful that with the whole Catholic school thing and my compulsory Sunday job as an altar boy (where I spent my time eating communion wafers, glugging the blood of Christ on the sly and making dripped wax sculptures) the only sore arse I ended up with was due to my old man's belt.

I'll leave it to my good friend chinaman to tell you about our "underground" magazine in secondary school...
(DazMack1979, Sun 11 Sep 2011, 20:46, 5 replies)

Flash forward a few years, and your either
in charge of a large bank, or appearing on The Apprentice.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 7:47, closed)

Nah, civil service.

(DazMack1979, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 21:54, closed)

Interesting
When I was in kindergarten I remember a bunch of older kids getting in trouble for selling photocopies of TMNT characters to all the gullible youngsters. I didn't go to a Catholic school, though, and it was on the other side of the world from Britain, so clearly this was a global phenomenon.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 9:02, closed)

Young entrepreneur
I was in charge of the school printing shop - this was before the days of affordable computer printers, so we had Adana printing presses. Much hilarity with swarfega fights, flicking gobs of green gloop at each other using metal rulers. Good clean fun (arf).

We too hit on the idea of flogging stuff - we had a kettle in the shop, so we'd sell tea and coffee out of the window. It didn't last, though, because the stupid buggers couldn't understand the necessity of returning the cups, as opposed to, say, leaving them scattered around for even the most brain-dead teacher to spot and wonder over.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 11:12, closed)

Did the magazine consist of articles complaining about people having the piss taken out of them?

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 15:28, closed)