Failure to understand...
I used to have packed lunches, and, as with most teenaged boys, I wasn't a huge fan of cherry tomatoes, which my mother insisted I have. As a result, a number of amusing pranks were initiated, none of which had any significant consequence apart from one notable day, when our sister school was visiting to promote the joint choir tour with our school (yes, I know, posh school). Our tutor room overlooked the main entrance, and they were having photographs taken for the local paper. Naturally, the intelligent thing to do was to throw tomatoes at the assembled choir members (who were clearly gay... ahem). However, I didn't realise that my fellow classmates were aiming to miss. My only shot hit the photographer plum on the top of his balding head. I've never received such a bollocking in my life, especially from my parents, who, it turns out, found the whole situation bloody hilarious.
(plasmaman, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 14:34, 4 replies)

I'm puzzled by your assertion
that most teenage boys don't like cherry tomatoes. What a strange thing to say.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 14:45, closed)

Maybe it was just in my form! Anything related to salad was considered uncool...
(plasmaman, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 15:45, closed)

You were lucky to get tomatoes, we used to get gravel and think we were kings.
(polar69, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 17:04, closed)

Gravel? GRAVEL?!?
we used to walk 5 miles in the snow - through swamps to get to a cold school to eat wood shavings on crackers.

...and we thought we were living it up!
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 10:57, closed)