| Report for Barry Bullet | |
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| Approved stories | 3 |
| Rejected stories | 2 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 6 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
School must have been at least partially pointful seeing as I spelt resuscitation all by myself.
Anyhoo, during a bizarre frenzy / fad / whatever you want to call it of hyperventilating to experience the thrill of unconsciousness Lawrence damn nealy got the ultimate high by slipping into a coma of sorts. Sadly for him, it only lasted about 10 minutes and he was mercilessly reawakened to the banal world we all live in. The mixed look of sheer panic washed with releif surrounding him must have at least partially made up for it.
Anyhoo, during a bizarre frenzy / fad / whatever you want to call it of hyperventilating to experience the thrill of unconsciousness Lawrence damn nealy got the ultimate high by slipping into a coma of sorts. Sadly for him, it only lasted about 10 minutes and he was mercilessly reawakened to the banal world we all live in. The mixed look of sheer panic washed with releif surrounding him must have at least partially made up for it.
It's ironic really that 'cries for help' so often end with death, or near death. Chris decided that due to the impossible teenage lonliness of being surrounded by 600 teenagers, that it was time to drink a bottle of vodka to get away from it all.
As a few of us were in our dorm dressing up as girls or whatever in he came, behaving as if he had just had his skeleton removed. As he wangled about with ever decreasiing muscular function, we all looked on amused...
Until he vomitted everywhere totally unconscious.
We held a forum to decide what to do with him, as reporting the incident would result in him being in considerable trouble. I was out voted with the 'hiding him in a cupboard and letting him sleep it off' option. Just as well, when he got to the san his heart stopped beating and he had to be resuscitated...
As a few of us were in our dorm dressing up as girls or whatever in he came, behaving as if he had just had his skeleton removed. As he wangled about with ever decreasiing muscular function, we all looked on amused...
Until he vomitted everywhere totally unconscious.
We held a forum to decide what to do with him, as reporting the incident would result in him being in considerable trouble. I was out voted with the 'hiding him in a cupboard and letting him sleep it off' option. Just as well, when he got to the san his heart stopped beating and he had to be resuscitated...
A boarding school poo and booze story. What more could one want?
Colin, the school loser, thought he'd celebrate a boarding school weekend by holding a party for himself in his study with a bottle of spirits. He partied hard that night, did Colin.
Harry found him. It was the horrendous niff in the toilet block that aroused our initial suspicions. Upon closer inspection, a flaccid, pale leg was seen poking out from the bottom of one of the cubicles.
The door was pushed open to find a half-naked unconscious Colin and an oozing mixture of piss, shit and vomit gradually fanning out across the floor. Well, there’s only one thing to do in such circumstances. We got a camera and took a whole roll of film.
Somehow, Colin got wind of the forthcoming poster production, and he tore Harry's dorm to pieces, destroying every roll of film he could find including the incriminating one. However, instead of hushing up the event, this act of desperation just added to the legend. Before long, everybody knew about it, and Colin’s status as school loser was set in imperishable crystal for future generations to admire.
Colin, the school loser, thought he'd celebrate a boarding school weekend by holding a party for himself in his study with a bottle of spirits. He partied hard that night, did Colin.
Harry found him. It was the horrendous niff in the toilet block that aroused our initial suspicions. Upon closer inspection, a flaccid, pale leg was seen poking out from the bottom of one of the cubicles.
The door was pushed open to find a half-naked unconscious Colin and an oozing mixture of piss, shit and vomit gradually fanning out across the floor. Well, there’s only one thing to do in such circumstances. We got a camera and took a whole roll of film.
Somehow, Colin got wind of the forthcoming poster production, and he tore Harry's dorm to pieces, destroying every roll of film he could find including the incriminating one. However, instead of hushing up the event, this act of desperation just added to the legend. Before long, everybody knew about it, and Colin’s status as school loser was set in imperishable crystal for future generations to admire.
The emotional highs of thinking you are winning a highly competitive game of hide & seek can be shattered into terrible lows when you realise that nobody had any intention of ever looking for you, and you have just spent an hour in dusty cupboard whilst they are all outside playing touch football.
Bless.
Bless.
Barry's peculiar tale here has a sinister edge and will leave you slightly damp, clammy and uncomfortable, just the way that possibly phoney swimming instructors like you, I'd wager...
A new swimming 'teacher' appeared mysteriously one day at the local baths.
As, apparently, one of the school's great swimming hopes, I was subsequently singled out for special tutelage, presumably to get me onto the path of the Olympics.
A special trip was organised where he and I drove to town. I distinctly remember trying on half a dozen pairs of Speedos and had to model each set for him, complete with twirls.
Following this, I was treated to a cream tea at the local cafe and while listening to his platitudes felt extraordinarily privileged to be the 'sports star with potential'.
I never saw him again after that day.
A new swimming 'teacher' appeared mysteriously one day at the local baths.
As, apparently, one of the school's great swimming hopes, I was subsequently singled out for special tutelage, presumably to get me onto the path of the Olympics.
A special trip was organised where he and I drove to town. I distinctly remember trying on half a dozen pairs of Speedos and had to model each set for him, complete with twirls.
Following this, I was treated to a cream tea at the local cafe and while listening to his platitudes felt extraordinarily privileged to be the 'sports star with potential'.
I never saw him again after that day.