Mini-Hillsbrough!!
Ok so it's pretty much a fact that most kids don't like being picked on at school. I mean, it's just not nice is it? One lad at my school however seemed to get off on it. Chubby little shit he was, with a lithp. Nothing he said ever made much sense. Typical playground stuff like name-calling - such as Master Bates (his surname was Bates) - kinda lost its impact after a while as he cowered in the corner with this wierd sadistic twinkle in his eye (and I mean a proper fucking wierd look). I'm no bully or out (and in fact I don't think there were any 'bullies' in my year) but, along with most of the year, we often took to piling on him, in turn, punching the hell out of his chubby little arms. Even the quiet Chinese guy who drew manga comics in the corner gave him a jab from time to time. Only, as this was taking place he'd yell out stuff like, "Mini Hilsbrough!! Mini Hilsbrough!!" and grin profusely. Which irritated the hell out of us. He actually seemed to enjoy it to a point where he'd run straight to the corner at break time and scream 'Mini Hilsbrough' in a pseudo-petrified manner with a bizarre sadistic smirk on his face, egging us to pile onto him and beat his fat blubbery arms to a messy pulp. And even then he'd be grinning manically.

He also had a very small penis. But for some reason he seemed intent on parading this pathetic manhood round the changing rooms before and after PE, almost begging us to jump studs first into his little plum package. Our PE teacher thought he was a first class retard so locked him in the changing rooms for the entirety of the lesson. And promptly got suspended for it.

Last we heard of him he'd joined the Army.
(BeardyMat, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 0:32, Reply)

My college was shit
I once took a class with a girl who:

- only wore full-length, Amish-style blue dresses, which she sewed herself
- knit immense sweaters during class
- would viciously shred to bits any worksheet you handed to her too quickly
- frequently sobbed hysterically during lectures (rather distracting, this)
- listened only to classical music, read only pre-1900 books and had no knowledge of pop culture
- had a very strong aversion to EastEnders that caused her to leave the room in a panicked fit when someone mentioned it

Was she extremely religious, part of some weird cult or just dealing with some mysterious issues? Nobody knew, as we were all too timid to ask her about it.

Of course, this meant she was frequently baited by the class psychopath, who often engaged her in lively debates about hard drugs until he quit class entirely to drink or swear angrily at strangers or something. I often wondered which one of them would be more likely to do a school shooting. Or which would be the first.
(generic hybrid, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 0:04, Reply)

Not in my class but at my school.
It was a fine, sunny day a few years ago and I was in sixth form. My mates and I sat outside to eat our lunch on some benches that overlooked the school playing fields.

Some of the younger kids were having a PE lesson and we cheered them on as they ran the 100 metres.

Now, there was one kid called Hugo (overweight, bad hair, eyes of a killer)who whilst halfway down the track was distracted by a flock of pigeons that had landed on the nearby cricket square.

He diverted his course off of the track and headed, screaming, for the birds with his arms flailing madly like a chimp on E.

The teacher sees this and calls him over whilst the other kids roll their eyes at his antics.

Annoyed at being called away from his pigeon-scaring activity Hugo dashes headlong at the teacher and other kids, arms still flailing, screaming 'I'll burn you! I'll burn you all! Burn, burn, burn!'

Disturbing for his classmates but top notch lunchtime entertainment for the rest of us!
(valdonia, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 0:01, Reply)

They were all red
I once took a history class with a bunch of people I did not know, so I ended up sitting with a bunch of rather shy, nerdy fellows. Most of us were pretty casual about our geeky tendencies, but one chap went a bit too far. One day, at the other end of the room, another group was having a small argument about which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle was the red one. Not a matter of grave importance, right?

It was for the kid sitting across from me. As he listened to the debate, he grew angrier and angrier until he couldn't deal with his classmates' lack of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle knowledge. After several minutes, he suddenly bolted out of his chair, stormed over to the group in question, gaining the attention of the whole class, and then furiously yelled, "THEY WERE ALL RED ORIGINALLY. ALL THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES WERE RED!" He then swore angrily and stormed back to his seat.

Fucking hell, who cares?
(generic hybrid, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 23:54, Reply)

Thank God For That


Add my name to the list - the number of twisted little fucktards on here who have attempted to compensate for their own painful inadequacies by bullying the living bejaysus out of someone unlucky enough to be "different" and marginally weaker is remarkable.

Some of you lot should be ashamed of yourselves. Forever.
(The_Bishop begged for death on, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 23:45, Reply)

Ah, JWAS....
...the Joe Wicks Appreciation Society, formed by one of the weird kids. For those who don't remember, he was the schitz in Eastenders in the late 90's. Tin foil badges, tin foil hats, and an obligatory handshake with a hearty cry of, "JWAS!" Couple this with a _serious_ love of Meatloaf and the Rocky Horror Show... and then she started to tear her hair out.

Breaktimes were never dull...
(TheSpudTeam, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 23:16, Reply)

Probably going to hell for this!
There was a girl in my year at high school Kate Dench (so many things to do with that name and not enoigh time) I digress anyway all sat nicely eating our lunch on the field staring at the boys in 6th form swooning at points where appropriate when to our horror she pulls out of her lunch a sausage not odd i hear you say WELL it was fucking raw!!! and she preceeded to eat not alone this but a packet of 6!! wasnt long before the whole year AND school knew .

we didnt share lunch times again - scared for life!

Additionally not a wierd kid but teacher while on a geography field trip in early 90's (92ish) opened his tent in the morning and in front of all the kids a sheep ran out of it!!! over 10 years on he is still the sheep shagging teacher ah bless kids eh!

no apologies for length I quite happen to like long ones! x
(shoegalslovechild is dyslexic get over it, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 23:04, Reply)

the most disturbing thing
is the people who think its funny that those they bullied in school have since become sociopathic and are now in prison - no twinge of responsibility there?
/ obligatory story/
i thought the kid in my secondary school who polished the railings with his hanky at breaktimes was wierd, but then, i tried to start a *raving loony club* communicate only with the word *mip* and carried around my pet fimo orange named jarvis for a good year or so..... worryingly, i was actually more popular then than now, i wonder what i did with my fimo orange...
(skankgirl, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 21:59, Reply)

You can add me to the list as well....
I can look on it with no hard feelings now. But I am blind in one eye, have been since birht and for the first few years of my life only my good eye would move, the other would stay put....that earned me....quite a bit of unwanted attention. The blind eye learned to move in synce with the other one and now I'm a sexy beast.....or so I'm told.....messege ends...
(Nihlistic_Alchemist Brand the Herd with Fashion, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 21:24, Reply)

Let me tell YOU somtin!!!
THis is not about me, nor is it about someone weird I went to school with. It is however, highly amusing.

Folks, Let me share with you today a Legend.

A friend of mine lives in Vancouver Canada, I reside in Canada as well, but not in that particular metropolis, but I digress.

He rides the tube there, called the Skytrain to and from work, and has met many an odd encounter there. Here is one that takes the whole fucking bakery.

Sitting on the train he hears this man as he looks up from his book. The man is short and black and has an accent that is jamacan or south african sounding, I'm not sure but he is taking to smiling a lot, and doing little jigs and then he goes up to one guy and speaks.

Crazy Guy: "Hey Mon, where you from?"
Random Bloke: "Here...I spose?"
CG: "No man where you from?"
RB: "Well I'm Italian if thats what you're asking"
CG: " HA! Let me tell YOOUU Somtin Mon! Dis is not 'Italia' ! You can not do tings here like dey do der mon!"

Crazy guy turns to the whole train then and says

"You know what dis is mon? Dis is BOOOOOOLSHIT mon!"

He then approached another person, everyone else being too shocked or amused to do anything, even Random Bloke #1, although my friend is giggling like a motherfucker at this point.

He would smile, do a Jig and ask someone where he was from. It didn't matter where you were from. Even if you were from Vancouver he would say.

" NONONONONO Mon WHERE in Voncuva?!"

Then he would do the high pitched "HA!" and inform this person that this is infact a very different part of Vancouver then where he lives and that apparently, we did not do tings here like dey do over der......mon...

Count this happening to about three different people and a few jigs later before my friend got to his stop...killing himself laughing.

He saw the guy again on the train a few months later doing his happy jigs and what not, but this time actually approached my friend.

Conversation went something like this.

CG: "Hey Mon, what is dat Boooooook you reeeedin?"

Friend: " Want to have a look?" Hands crazy man book.

Crazy guy looks at the book, turns in upside down...looks at it again thoughtfully, nods noblely and says...

"Dats a good book mon, and dose are nice shoooes you got!" Crazy man gives wide grin.

Friend:" Thank man"

CG:" You should read my book mon."
Friend:"What book is that?"
CG: " Isac...." Grins big again

It is then my friend stares at him for a sec in shock, Crazy guy stares back...grinning...then does a little jig and runs off.

After that he kind of dissapeared and was never seen again, but we spread his story.

Make this man a legend! Spread the tale! I can remember when I first heard about it I was fallen off my chair and laughing my ass off for at least 15 minutes picturing it.

Length? Well....Let me tell YOOUUU Somtin Mon!!
(Nihlistic_Alchemist Brand the Herd with Fashion, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 21:10, Reply)

So many strange people
Growing up in rural Worcestershire one encounters many strange people.
First School (that's 5-9 for those of you who did the normal primary/secondary thing) was a really scary place as it was in a tiny village so there were many "unusual" children, most noteworthy were two freaks called Leon Osborne and Ruth Clark. Leon really smelt and was creepy, Ruth was just a fruitloop who was intensely annoying and used to laugh really loudly for no reason. We spent most of first school willing them to befriend each other then they did and fell into the school pond whilst "snogging", claiming that they were looking for frog spawn. With the ascerbic wit often exercised by 9 yr olds, Leon was then christened Leon Frogspawn.
At middle school there was a strange girl called Rebecca who had (according to my friend James) "pizza tits"; she also used to walk round with pictures of Michael Caine and William Shatner stuck to her books cus she fancied them and openly admitted to this...she met another awful geek called Richard who looked like Plug from those comics. They used to be very into public displays of affection, culminating in the librarian finding them shagging on a table in the school library. No word of a lie. I was standing behind her when she discovered them, I'd only gone to get a dictionary from the reference corner. I am now scarred for life.
Apologies for length.
(SpongyMonkey is an honorary East Anglian on, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 20:57, Reply)

I'd also like to add my name to Chickenlady, Vibrating Tuna and Frank....
... but then I'd be Captain Chickenlady Vibrating-Tuna-Frank-Haddock.
And then I'd probably be bullied for having a poncy name by Mauler McCaul of 4d.
(LunarJim, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 20:07, Reply)

I'd add my name to Chickenlady and Frank
At secondary school, I was universally picked on. Doesn't appear to have done lasting harm, but it is no fun at all. I could understand if they were complete wankers, but a lot of people who get picked on seem to never have a bad word for anyone.
Picking on disabilities deserves shooting. My half sister has autism and learning difficulties. Another lad I knew had severe physical deformities (crippled and had 2 knuckles fused on each hand). Mentally, he was bright as a button and one of the funniest people I've met.
There's a difference between harmless poor taste jokes and bullying.
( Greenbat, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 20:01, Reply)

Chickenlady
Sadly this is true. Bullying in schools and singling someone out is awful but inevitable. I think its because kids are trying to find their place on the social hierarchy. I was never bullied but I also consciously opposed bullying. The bullys at school made me really angry but theres not an awful lot you can do. It also sems that as soon as people leave school then they grow up and dont care if someones a bit odd.

The bottom line being. Kids are cruel by nature.
(vibrating tuna, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 19:49, Reply)

Legless and Frank
I'm so pleased that some folk here have started to speak up....I wasn't going to post this, but now...Fuck it...

I find many of the answers to this QoTW quite disturbing….It seems to be an opportunity to recall glory days of bullying the weakest.

Both when I was at school and when I was teaching there were plenty of weird kids.

Many of the real odd-balls were that way because they were being abused at home….

Louise….I sat next to her when I was seven. She resembled a Holocaust victim – shaved head, malnourished and covered in sores….Always had her head in a book. Sometimes I would chat to her – I was a bookworm too, but her appearance quite frankly scared me. She told me how her father and step-mother had just returned from a holiday in Florida…they’d been to Disneyland and all they had brought back for her was the free map. I remember feeling so angry on her behalf. I didn’t like her much, she was odd, but it wasn’t her fault. She left the school soon after, turned out she lived in a caravan in the garden with loads of cats, she was taken into care.

Tracy….I taught her for a while. Always smelled of pee when she arrived at school. None too bright and said that when she grew up she wanted to work in a chip shop. She had no friends because of her smell and the fact that she was seriously overweight. Turned out her older brother shared her bedroom and he used to pee on her each night. When her mother and grandfather came in to discuss matters the grandfather attempted to attack the headteacher. The mother later broke down and admitted Tracy and her brother were being abused by the grandfather, just as she had been.


And I'm not even going to get on to some of the attitudes I've seen towards people with disabilities...But I've known far better, kinder and gentler people who are classed as Mongs and Spacks by the so called Normal ones.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 19:19, Reply)

Bloody Inbreds...
Okay, so I grew up on the Isle of Man. They're all a bit mental there, so this is par for the course.

New guy starts, he's got gelled hair - curious, as we were about 8 and didn't really get the idea of hairdos at that point (Bowl cut here)...

"What do you do that with?" we asked. "jizz" responded he.

It was all down hill from there for him, bless.
(HauntedUnix, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 19:03, Reply)

Nice posty Legless
Reminds me of a guy from the Swansea Pool League called Ginger Dennis; similar sort of affair with him. He plays pool for a local pub every sunday (the team only play for Dennis's sake too). Yes, they take the piss out of him as he is as daft as 8 brushes (ie Dennis your laces are untied and he always wore slip-ons but always look regardless) but you could guarantee that if anyone went too far with him his team would answer for him.
He used to have a part-time job in the Vetch football ground (when it was still in use) in Swansea as a porter, and every time he was at the bottom of the stands checking to see if everything was ok the majority of the stands would cheer for him :) - the guy's got Swansea Legend status, even if everytime he see's my wife he tries chatting her up. Tbh, he can fecking keep her :D
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 18:51, Reply)

On
the way home from school my best mate started telling me, "I had the class hamster down my pants again today". I always thought it a bit odd as we didn't actually have a class hamster but I just put it down to him having a vivid imagination.

It was a couple of months before he told me he'd been pushing my furry Roland the Rat pencil case down his trousers every time I left the class for the toilet.
(Fatima Whitbread's hardon drugs and the causes of drugs, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 18:36, Reply)

Sperm!
His name was Jamie and he was a scruffy smellbox who moved to the local council estate with his family.There were a number of things he did,but this is by far the worst.He liked to knock you over on the playing field,get on top and frotter against you,all the while shouting, "Sperm!Sperm!"He also liked to do that thing where you let spit out of your mouth as far as you can and suck it back in.He did it to me once and it didn't make back to its disgusting home.He was a stocky/fat kid and quite tall,so it was impossible to get him off.
Writing this has actually made me a bit queasy.If I hadn't been so well-behaved,I probably would have stabbed the pikey cunt.He must be locked away by now.Please God.
(archroy Get down wi' yer bad self., Wed 24 Jan 2007, 18:32, Reply)

Suicide Letter
A mate of mine once wrote a suicice note while he was at school. He asked his best mate to show it to everyone there with the idea that he would vanish off everyones radar for a week, get everyone worried and then 'suprise' everyone by appearing at school some day.

Anyway, his best mate gave it to a mate of mine, told him the full story behind it and brought it to my house. Faster than you can say 'photocopier' I was in my dad's office and had 30 odd copies run off and handed around everyone.

I heard that a few people went round to his house before his week of hiding was up and ruined his big suprise. Fucking weirdo.

Best bit is I still have copies in my house and i'm saving them for his wedding day.
( Bamboo Steamer, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 18:13, Reply)

Self proclaimed badger
I don't remember his real name but he insisted that everyone called him badger. He had a shit in his desk one day, I don't know why; the toilets were only a few yards away. I like to think that he grew up to become Ray Mears, but he probably didn't. I always thought that the 'normal' kids were weird, the ones that got good grades and were good at sports etc.
(Euan Oos-army Josh, dad's found your scooter!, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 18:01, Reply)

Not so much weird as impressive
I was mates with some less-advantaged kids at school (hey, perhaps I was one of them). One time, one of them had his Downs brother to visit. This kid was so sweet-natured it wasn't true. But I wasn't in a wheelchair, so I got volunteered to take him to the bogs. He was about 15, I was about 17.

We got in there, and I guess he didn't know what to do with a urinal. So he dropped his troos and kecks, bending over to do this. Exposing a set of genitalia of truly breathtaking, awesome proportions. As he bent over to lower his kecks to his ankles, his bell-end brushed the floor and his bollocks swung against his ankles.

I'm straight, and male, but I still couldn't tear my eyes away. I have never seen another human being with tackle of that magnitude again. Good on yer, Duncan!
(lustfish, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 17:58, Reply)

Bullying
I was bullied in primary school (6-11 year olds for the septic tanks out there). I used to get sent to school wearing those girls socks (the white ones with patterned holes in them) and sandals. An 8 year old boy, in primary school, in Hackney during the eighties. I got fucking battered. But then again I did look weird, which is sort of my point I suppose. School is hard what with all the fitting in and finding your place etc..BUT DON'T MAKE IT FUCKING HARDER FOR YOURSELF BY READING THOSE SHITBAGGING ROLL A DICE AND TURN TO PAGE 36 BOOKS IN THE CORNER OF THE PLAYGROUND. Why paint a target on your head for the hunters already out looking? Parents this is for you as well, dont send your kids out looking like freaks. I don't buy nike due to having a consience but if I had a kid of school age? Air max all the way. Lesser of two evils in my head, I'd rather have a 12 year old girl working 14 hours a day in Indonesia than a son carving 'I hate life' into their arm while complaining that only my chemical romance understands them. Individuality should be encouraged in the home and taught to be repressed in public.

Anyone who disagrees with that last statement, I wonder how many people at work you talk to with the same crassness exhibited on here?
(The_Greyhound wrote www.luckymcdanger.blog.co.uk on, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 17:40, Reply)

Frank Spencer
.
Actually, I'm with Frank and a few others on this QOTW. I wasn't going to stick a reply in as a lot of these tales are pretty much just bullying stories and I'm not much of a fan of bullies.

So I'll tell you about the weird kids in my village.

We used to have a care-home in the village that took in young-adult Downs Syndrome kids. These were typical Downs Syndrome kids. Big heads, flat faces and slanted eyes. They would often be seen around the village helping old folk out in their gardens or clearing litter up on the beach. A few of them used to come to the pub every Thursday night with one of the carers. A couple weren't allowed alcohol as it messed with other drugs they were taking but the majority were allowed a couple of pints. They used to like to watch the sport or watch us locals play darts. One of them was actually on one of the local darts teams - he wasn't very good but he enjoyed being part of a "normal" darts team and, being the village, winning didn't matter too much - it's the social aspect why most of us play darts up here. He was treated pretty much the same as any other team member. We'd cheer when he got a decent score. Call him a pratt when he missed really badly. He loved his darts.

These kids had been part of our village for years and a lot of them had grown up together in their care home. Either abandoned by their parents to didn't want a "mong" living with them or given up by parents who really couldn't cope with a "special" child. Whatever the reason they were part of our daily life and everyone kept an eye out for them and made sure they were OK.

But then the care-home closed down. A lot of money was need to upgrade the place to new standards and the owners didn't have the money and couldn't raise it. So our kids were split up and moved all over the county. It was a bloody crying shame.

I still see one of them occasionally. He's bright enough to use public transport to get here from about 30 miles away and every couple of weeks he comes down for a couple of pints and a gane of darts. We make sure that he gets the last bus home and the local bus drivers all know him and they help out as well.

I can remember talking to him when the home closed down. He was pretty upset at being split up from all the people he grew up with and he knew he was going to miss the village terribly. You see - we didn't take the piss or call him names the way others did in other towns. I can remember him looking at his old home and saying:

"People call me stupid for having Downs but I'm not as stupid as the bastards who closed my home down."

Aye - he might have been retarded but he wasn't stupid.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 17:23, Reply)

university weirdos
the Jewish Princess: had an abortion so needed love and essay extensions every end of term...
jewish non-princess: feminista who fell in love with being a Wapping demonstrator-thought murdoch=devil
+ various other feministas (=T&G'ers) who hated men
playboy: had his own wheels with a stripe down the side-did not know that 'playboy' moniker was ironic/twisted.
various to-be social work types who always wore cotton/linen & smelt of bakery shops
the bouncing check; b3ta passim
the metal boys: who bought theur dope off'f the lecturers & sold them it back in times of dope drought & thought sisters of mercy = sophistication
one twunk who wore a suit to the friday sat gigs while whirling to she sells sanctuary...enough?

not sorry about length-no stretching involved
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 16:31, Reply)

David Padun - overdressed
David Padun was a weird kid at my 'middle' school (the one before secondary...we're odd in warwickshire'.

He was very proud of the fact he had a condom. So much so he practiced wearing it at school, under his clothes, on his pubeless flaccid 11 yr old cock.

he then showed each girl in the class individually his talents.

Weird weird lad...ran fast tho...probably fast enough for the county.
(twiceydrinker hmmm is it pint time?, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 16:26, Reply)

never sat still.
At school I used to drink a lot of coffee and red bull, as well as the odd speed bomb.
I really was the wired kid in class
(Jeeves, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 16:25, Reply)

wasp factory wierd
My mates brother Dan was a right wierdo who used to;

wear a full length coat all year round to hold the air pistols crossbows, a black widow capapult assorted knives he felt necessary to carry with him at all times.

He became very adept at making his own bangers which were actally more like TNT. They produced a shock wave that slapped you in the face rather than just a "bang"

In his room was a gigantic lego construction which was a maze. Containing traps containg glue/acid/other harmful things and nice rooms containg food. There was one way out. He put captured insects into it and monitored their progress. Spiders "survived too long on the corpses" to be included in the experiment. When I read the wasp factory years later I wondered if Iain Banks knew him too.

His musical taste was odd too becasue it was extreme grindcore deathmetal thrash type noise and classical. His LP's (for it was before CD's) were in alphabetical order to be listen to IN ORDER no deviation allowed.

I wonder what he's doing now?
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 16:17, Reply)

university weird kids
Uno - who was Welsh, red-haired, buck-toothed and a Christian. He earned the nickname because he refused to play any card game but the preposterous 'Uno', which had the nod from Jesus. Regaled us with stories of his chip shop experience and was once seen in a suit so bad it must have come free with a coffin.

Dorothy - about 20 stone of grease-haired woman. She sat opposite me one morning in the communal breakfast hall and ate her ceral like some kind of slobbering walrus. That, and the stench of her, made me literally gag. She wore sequinned red heels.

Baz - rubber-lipped Christian who took out a student loan just to buy a Fender bass (guitar). Only, when he played it at the Christian Union, he did so 'spiritually' - which is to say with no hands. They were waving in the air as he raised his eyes to heaven in praise. What a tit.

Reggie - his name was Paul, but his fawning chums called him Reggie because ... well, because he was a spotty Chemistry student for whom the acme of joy was a slice of white bread slathered with butter and accompanied by a litre of Cola. He married his housemate's younger sister (an obese version of Baby Spice).

Nips - a lad whose nickname was too fatuous even to consider, he was once found prostrate outside a pub. He claimed to have been mixing his drinks ... only he was a teetotaller. He'd mixed Vimto and Sprite. Attention seeking had never sunk so low.
(frankspencer, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 15:59, Reply)

Many weird kids, each with his/her own special 'gift'.
Strangely we had not one but many weird kids each with own special 'Powers'

Guy, whose surname was Keogh, conveniently had severe B.O. Once was told off in class for not returning a book back to the library, coincidently it was 'Beo-wulf’

One kid, Joe I think was his name. Real troublemaker pissed himself regularly and never really got anywhere. Truth was he was really talented but dysfunctional parents and shite state education system meant he never fulfilled his potential

Another girl had three abortions by the time she’d reached year 10. one of them was due to Keogh. (how did he get close enough!)

Jas, girl who was staved of attention decided to announce she had Leukemia without researching it. A few minutes of talking to tutor she was found out. She really shouldn’t have told all the students first. a few months later was caught round the back of the sports hall with some of the guys in her year, a sixth former and a few bottles of MD20/20.

Richard- fantastic storyteller;
- Frequently chatted up super models in the local shitty nightclub, but fate was always to conspire against him and it meant that we’d never get to meet any of them.
- Had flown to New-York for the weekend and bought the latest Air Jordan basket ball shoes but were nicked by the baggage staff.
- Had an accident with a car when out on his top-of the range skateboard, car was severely damaged, skateboard written off, he managed to jump over the car.

Lee- had problems mainly interpersonal skills and what now would be called attention deficit syndrome; last I heard he tried to get into the police force, failed. Currently working as a porn actor, girlfriend is too.

me? I was the kid with an uncle who ran a off licence, could get md20/20 at cost price.

no length, but massive girth, oh sorry go it the wrong way round!
(MohandasDynamite, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 15:41, Reply)