Mono-theistic
I got glandular fever in year 9, and didn't do another PE lesson after that (to be fair it still affects me but not in the way they thought). My sports days were spent idly sat on the field, watching people run about, or sitting in the IT rooms, idly watching naked ladies running around (disabling proxy settings= not difficult, Mr.... er... Mr.... bollocks. He looked like Jack Nicholson if he was a paedophile).


Hang on. Edit. Bit of background. I'd have done PE if it weren't for these factors.

- Despite being a girls school, they didn't understand how jumping up and down can hurt, especially at the wrong time of the month.

- Despite having 3 bulldykes (and I'm being complimentary) for PE teachers, we never did anything but sodding netball, dodgeball and jumping around like knobends over sandpits. I want rugby, but no. I know I'm a girl but they didn't need to rub it in.

-the piece de resistance (bollocks to punctuation, can't find it anyway) was the uniform. I may have played netball on the cold, wet winter days had it not been for one thing.

You want to wear your shorts for netball? That's fine- under the netball skirt please.

You want to wear jogging bottoms? UNDER THE NETBALL SKIRT PLEASE.

Thick trousers. Pleated mini skirt. Both bearing my fucking name and 'Aylesbury High School Physical Edication' for pete's sake.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 14:17, Reply)