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Get 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.

(, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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Used to be a lead violinist for a local school Orchestra
which at the time was quite renowned in the Swansea region. We'd actually played gigs in a few places for the elderly etc, and for shows for the local mayor. Hey, at the time we were actually rather good.

We'd all been invited to play with the London Royal Military Brass Band, and the school jumped on it as a great oppertunity for us kiddie-vinks. We get given accomidation in an army barracks next to Gatwick airport for one night, and turn up after a 4 hour coach journey with bags in hand. We are shown our barracks, and given a room with about 30 bunk beds. There is another room next to this where the main teacher is staying. We all settle in, and go to a function room on the grounds, and have a laugh for a bit. Once done, we get back to our bunk room at about half past ten, then try to get to sleep. Except it all goes a bit mental.
Some of the larger kids decide that the pillow fight is the only way to go while some of the others decide that "fucking hell, I'm in an army base unsupervised, lets go walkies" and leggit. The walkabouters get rounded up by a local guard dog patrol and returned to us, and we beat the living fuck out of each other with the Queens Eiderdown.
We decide at about 5am that we are a bit tired now, and all settle down to rest. The floor of the barracks however is covered in about 2 inches worth of feathers, and our teacher has finally heard the commotion. He walks in all authorative; which lasts for about 3 seconds. He's wearing a full sailor's set of PJs and looks a right twat. We literally laugh him out of the room.

6am and one hour's worth of sleep later and we're all up and picking up bags full of feathers. All completely fucked and bruised, and made to get ready for the meeting with the band at 10am. None of us could stand properly, let alone play an instrument. We stay with them for about an hour, then the teacher decides to drag us back to Swansea.

Funny story; on the way back we made an elderly couple swerve off the motorway by showing them porn through the window of our coach :D
(, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 17:13, Reply)

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