School TripsGet left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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AnvilAs part of our history lessons, we were taken to see a blacksmith working at an old-fashioned smithy. Cue: fiery furnace and a huge, hairy-armed bloke pelting away at near-molten metal with a giant hammer on his anvil.
The time came when it went interactive and the blacksmith asked for a helper. I volunteered to hit a red hot bar with the hammer while he turned it accordingly. Only the bloody thing was so heavy I needed two hands to lift it, and on the downward stroke I missed the anvil entirely.
I dropped the hammer on his foot. This caused him to scream "You little fucking prick!" in a rather uneducational manner while hopping around with a glowing rod in his gloved hand.
The last thing I heard as I fled the smithy in fear was my teacher Mr Biggin trying to placate the man:
Biggin: "I'm sure he didn't mean it.
Blacksmith: "I'm gonna rip the little bastard a new arse!
(, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 16:03, Reply)
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