Teachers
Embarking on the academic ordeal of GCSE maths, I was somehow put into top set. The authoritarian techer (Mrs Macbeth, IIRC) was a right hard-liner. Think Maggie Thatcher with extra testosterone and a grey ponytail. She would make us hand in our homework during break the day after class so we had to do two lots per week.

On one such errand to drop off my exercise book (split-site school, that errand was about a 1.5 mile hike, the cunt) I sauntered straight into the classroom only to find her with one foot on a chair adjusting her stockings / suspenders. UUrrrggghhh!!!

I've tried to remember clearly what happened after that, but all I can think of is the part in Drop Dead Fred where he says "Look, Snotface. Cobwebs!" I think i just put my book on the nearest desk and retreated in wide-eyed bewilderment to go for a tab.
*Shudder*
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 16:03, Reply)