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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Outdoor centreThe smell of Kendal Mint Cake and socks, wet kagoules and waterproof keks. Mud, cold, wind and 9000 mile hikes cajoled, insulted and ignored on by the velcro-glove wearing Geography-teaching-sheep-molesting bastard who nigh on lived out there.
It was wet. And a gale force wind blew.
I was eleven and chubby. My boot came off. And I tromped around in my sock trying to retrieve it.
Now? Bald as I am, I won't stay anywhere without a wired in hairdryer.
(, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 0:03, Reply)
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