School Sports Day
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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I never really competed in school sports days
but my last company had a day in St. James's Park where we played rounders and stuff. Despite drinking a few* cans of Stella and smoking skunk in front of my boss I still kicked all their arses, knocking it out of the park every time so I could saunter around the bases at my own pace. Then I went out clubbing to Fabric and didn't get in until 8 the next day. Awesome.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 15:13, Reply)
but my last company had a day in St. James's Park where we played rounders and stuff. Despite drinking a few* cans of Stella and smoking skunk in front of my boss I still kicked all their arses, knocking it out of the park every time so I could saunter around the bases at my own pace. Then I went out clubbing to Fabric and didn't get in until 8 the next day. Awesome.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 15:13, Reply)
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