I collapsed at Beamish
When I was 13. Must have been the sheer exhilaration at seeing what coal mines were like in't' THEM days. My vision completely went, I lost all sense of which way up I was meant to be and hit the deck, for no apparent reason (I'd never fainted before, haven't fainted since).

The supervising teacher with my group was the PE teacher. The kind of six foot seven bonehead who still showers naked with the first year boys and threatens to "shove a size 13 boot up your arse" if you can't do 100 press-ups. The kind of twat who delights in making fun of children who can't do gymnastics because of a back problem (no I haven't forgiven him for making me nearly break my neck doing forward rolls in my gym knickers in front of all the boys. Fused vertebrae are NOT fun).

Also the kind of twat who for the next FOUR YEARS makes constant jokes about how much I must have fancied him because I fainted in his presence.

Fucking bellend.

Apologies for length - mine is bigger than his could ever be.
( Spazzcat jam out with your clam out, Sun 10 Dec 2006, 0:08, Reply)