Mundsley!
It must have been 1990 when, as a kind of "you're about to leave Primary School" jolly, we got taken to Mundsley (sp?) in Norfolk for a week.

So, forty ten and eleven year olds head off on the bus (I shit you not, the teachers were singing a rewritten version of "When I'm 64" (which was shit enough anyway) based around the trip to keep us "entertained").

Highlights of the week included:

- Scott shitting himself on the beach. It was orange. The poo that is, not the beach.
- James pissing his Bunk-Bed.
- Carl vomiting on the coach.
- Some kid lobbing a rock at a seal on a trip we went on.
- X Teacher (I don't think I should put his name) making sure that all the boys were in bed at lights out. Strange that he never checked if the girls were asleep too... (Not long later, Mr X was in prison.)

Even at that young age, I began to realise that Children are evil.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 11:44, Reply)