School Sports DayAt 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.
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chthonic, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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Get off me, Mums!I went to a not a particularly posh school, but posh enough to have inter-house events and Arabs. Every year, I'd look forward to the inter-house rugby sevens tournament - probably my favourite day of the whole calender.
I thought nothing could make this event any better until a lanky streak of piss called Ahmed, who rather fancied himself, got laid out in an almighty head on tackle, not to get up.
That was pleasurable enough to watch, but not nearly as good as the sight of around five of his mums running on to the pitch waving their hands and making funny noises.
Better still, one of them peeled off from their ululating formation to chase the guy who'd tackled him.
Cherry on the cake was our loathsome geography teacher finally coming good, and screaming in the sheepish looking father's face to 'Get those bloody banshees under control and off my bloody pitch!', before adding that his son is too soft as it is.
I think he went gay after that.
Happy days.
(, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 15:46, Reply)
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