theatre shenanigans
we went to see Macbeth with a coach load of school chums.

Our English teacher (who was an extra in the adaption of middlemarch that came out back then, fact fans) told us not to leave the square next to the theatre. So we promptly left said square and walked 100 yards or so toward the beckoning city centre.

Some Sheffield pre-chav era chavs walk past and call me something along the lines of "a fat bastard". Well, i was at the time, so he was technically right. Didn't stop me replying with the best come back ever. Namely "sez you".

The scummers carry on walking and we decide to head back to the square for safety's sake, not liking our brush with the big city. 30 secs later the proto chavs come charging back toward us yelling and screaming at my witty retort. One of our adventurous group runs off toward the square before they draw level.

They begin badgering us, wanting to know who turned the tables on them with the insults and so forth. Taking the opportunity not to get my head kicked in, i blame the lad who has done one.

"it was him, why do you think he has run off?"

This cunning plan worked as they caught up with my school mate and proceed to beat him like he was a ginger stepchild. we find him later with blood streaming from his nose and two black eyes.

Turned out alright in the end, then
(harestylenumber1 loves weiner, Tue 12 Dec 2006, 18:55, Reply)