There used to be a lad in our year who I think was called Nick Brown. He was fat and therefore didn't have many friends and was a bit of a loner. Obviously this singled him out to the more cliquey kids in the year, and especially so in games. On day, after we had all returned from the bogtrot and were towelling ourselves down, one of the more popular kids was doing a walk-through attack on the nerd-section of the changing room. When he got to Nick he cried out; "Eugh! Look everyone! Nick Brown's got skids in his pants!" To which poor Nick replied: "Shut up! My dad says they're called Gold Watches and they're good luck!" Poor fucker. I bet every kid in that games room remembers that.