We had double-PE on Friday afternoon
and one of the options was cycling.

Me and my mate Alex didn't even own bikes but we said that we were doing cycling and either went to the pub or went to Alex's and arsed about with his keyboards.

Until PE teacher Mr. Lynch (I think he may have made the "I am Jack" ripper tapes, not sure) insisted on seeing us on our bikes.

We rushed round our mates and managed to cadge two bikes to show him. I mounted my borrowed steed and confidently rode round to the door by the gym where The Lynch awaited.

I stopped right by him, realised immediately I couldn't get my feet out of the toe-clips and fell over sideways at his feet.

He looked truly disgusted and told me to fuck off, the only time I teacher swore directly at me.
(twattybanjo, Fri 20 Apr 2012, 19:20, Reply)