| Report for Philip Keightley | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
One afternoon, after casually discarding a crisp pack on the playground in front of our Dickensian characature of a caretaker, Cyril exploded with "Oi!, I don't wanna see any little reindeer". Unfortunately, Cyril had not been dropping acid as we all had hoped but rather more mundanely hoped not to see any more litter round here - shame.
My vote for the best Joey in the school was Paul Smith. Unlike his namesake in the fashion word, our Paul would wear a smeggy parker every day, even during summer and would walk around saying "indicator mash potato" whilst moving his arms in the same way as car windscreen wipers. No one ever knew why, or the correlation between why he was saying indicator when in fact his arms suggested windscreen wipers. Perhaps just that it rhymed with mash potato. He also used to hang around with bus drivers. This made him happy.