I was boring
at school and never got in much trouble. One of my older brothers hated school right from the get go though, and continued to cause trouble right through his school days, culminating in him getting caught phoning in a bomb threat to our secondary school, from a phone box (remember them!) and forgetting that his reputation and his voice would make him easy to recognize.
ANYWAY...His naughtiness started in primary, as my dear old lovely mum has just reminded me.
He hated school dinners, so much so that he got my 'mum' to write a letter to the then head teacher Mr.Fishwick to excuse him from at least the awful dessert.
It read... (on Paddington Bear note paper)
Dear Mr.Fishwuck,
I do not want custid anymore
from
Daves mum.

She swears she has it safe somewhere, and has just been in tears of laughter telling me about having to go to the school to talk to Mr.Fishwuck about it. I want to frame it and give it to him for his 50th.
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 0:20, Reply)