The legend of the Shrunken Heads
Back a few years (2001-02) in year 7 we were taken on an art trip to some world history/culture museum. This museum was a bit dated so there were very few glass cases. As we lads were bored, wandering round making doodles of stuff we come across the shrunken head display. On an open shelf.

Year 7 boys + occult heads. Magic.

I merely make the comment of "I wonder how well they fly" and soon enough someone has picked one up and lobbed it across the room.
Into a pack of girls and pikeys from another school.

Chavs retort with head#1. We retort with more heads.

It's in my nature to start things and make myself pretty scarce just before the shit hits the fan so I can avoid any blame, So off I & best mate run to the upper gallery to catch about 2 minutes of head bombardment.

The opening scene of Saving Private Ryan has nothing on this.

One of the heads loses it's way and ends up in the gift shop where it tonks someones grandmother on the head.... oh dear.

Security & teachers are called.
And then (the best bit) one of the teachers from the pikey school picks up a head and throws it at our music teacher.... oh dear.

The bombardment starts again briefly before the big, fat, museum owner comes over and wails like a banshee. It's over. Both schools leave early and are forever banned.

Bus ride back in complete silence, one boy makes some poor joke about heads.
The music teacher whirls round in his seat, almost exactly the same way as the velociraptors in Jurassic Park do when they smell prey.... oh dear.
The glare shuts that kid right up.

We return, there's phone calls home, 2 kids expelled and a formal apology to the museum. The school trips there now have a screening process on the people who should be allowed to go.

Length? Yeah I guess
(Good Looking Deity Grew a magnificent beard on, Sun 10 Dec 2006, 8:26, Reply)