School Trips
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)
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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Scrumpy!
In junior school we were taken on two trips, one involving the south west and fossils, sheep skin factory and scrumpy!!!!
Yup were taken to a place that made cider, aged 11-12. We were allowed to taste the different ciders and told to spit it into a bucket after tasting.... 30+ slightly tipsy kids.
Who were then taken to a place that made sheep skin items.... not wool.... sheep skin... the stench still lives with me to this day and I cannot look at a piece of sheep skin without remembering all those sheep carcasses and chunks of flesh hanging out to dry.
Still it was one of the best ever school trips I went on.
The other trip was to the isle of white, have some fantastic memories from that place as well. I was charged with looking after the resident psycho kid as I was the only one he wouldnt attack with a compass when in one of his moods. Ahh what fun, watching him cut open the dumb kids stomach with his manky toenail and then fashioning a crude but non the less effective burglar alarm from his hearing aid and some coathangers. This provided us with an early warning system of the paedo teachers approaching.
Bishop Wood scool trips rocked!
( , Tue 12 Dec 2006, 14:10, Reply)
In junior school we were taken on two trips, one involving the south west and fossils, sheep skin factory and scrumpy!!!!
Yup were taken to a place that made cider, aged 11-12. We were allowed to taste the different ciders and told to spit it into a bucket after tasting.... 30+ slightly tipsy kids.
Who were then taken to a place that made sheep skin items.... not wool.... sheep skin... the stench still lives with me to this day and I cannot look at a piece of sheep skin without remembering all those sheep carcasses and chunks of flesh hanging out to dry.
Still it was one of the best ever school trips I went on.
The other trip was to the isle of white, have some fantastic memories from that place as well. I was charged with looking after the resident psycho kid as I was the only one he wouldnt attack with a compass when in one of his moods. Ahh what fun, watching him cut open the dumb kids stomach with his manky toenail and then fashioning a crude but non the less effective burglar alarm from his hearing aid and some coathangers. This provided us with an early warning system of the paedo teachers approaching.
Bishop Wood scool trips rocked!
( , Tue 12 Dec 2006, 14:10, Reply)
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