pink floyd inspired plan to send geography to the wall!
Geography class year 8 1988, West London. A 12 year sick genius (I) believes that his C in recent report simply wasn't reward enough for his complete lack of effort, so hatches a plan so malignant that it just had to be great.
He and mates enter classroom. About 15 minutes in, with cumulus flying all around their very bored eardrums, yet not a pound of flesh in site, a solitary finger starts rhythmically tapping, ever, ever so slowly under the desktop.
You can't even hear it it is so quiet, but John, his friend, senses its vibration, and knows it is the Que for the devilish plan since (insert Blackadder type exaggerated description here using only the words Bielzebub, bottom, policeman, helmet, chewing gum, kazoo), and he added to the beat: da dada da da, da dada da da
Sajid wakes up and realises it is his moment and he joins in, louder and louder, teacher looks up over her glasses, which is easy because the top half of them seems to have been strangely and erroneously cut away, leaving only semi circles to look through, or more likely, over. Surely not practical.
Paul joins in, and then Michael and Jason; da dada da da, louder and louder, teacher "erm, whoever that is, will you, erm,,,,,,,,"
da dada da da, da dada da da,,,,,,,,,,,
"I am serious about this,,,,,stop 'right' now,,,," da dada da da, da dada da da Terry joins in, Matthew, Victor, Lillian, Kaye, Abbi, Dean,,,,
"will you all stop it right now, stop it, stop stop it, you little,,,,,stop it, the stratus lies above the erm, in certain wind erm, conditions, erm,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
da dada da da, da dada da da in chorus, right on que "we don't need no education, oi teacher! leave those kids alone" da dada da da."aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" teacher flies from classroom in tears queuing outright yells of victory, high fives and celebrations all round.
Post script: festivities are short lived as teacher returns with deputy head Boon, a large 6'' 5' red headed bastard from the valleys. All participants instantly shit pants and think thrice about carrying out such pranks in the future.
The end (true story
He and mates enter classroom. About 15 minutes in, with cumulus flying all around their very bored eardrums, yet not a pound of flesh in site, a solitary finger starts rhythmically tapping, ever, ever so slowly under the desktop.
You can't even hear it it is so quiet, but John, his friend, senses its vibration, and knows it is the Que for the devilish plan since (insert Blackadder type exaggerated description here using only the words Bielzebub, bottom, policeman, helmet, chewing gum, kazoo), and he added to the beat: da dada da da, da dada da da
Sajid wakes up and realises it is his moment and he joins in, louder and louder, teacher looks up over her glasses, which is easy because the top half of them seems to have been strangely and erroneously cut away, leaving only semi circles to look through, or more likely, over. Surely not practical.
Paul joins in, and then Michael and Jason; da dada da da, louder and louder, teacher "erm, whoever that is, will you, erm,,,,,,,,"
da dada da da, da dada da da,,,,,,,,,,,
"I am serious about this,,,,,stop 'right' now,,,," da dada da da, da dada da da Terry joins in, Matthew, Victor, Lillian, Kaye, Abbi, Dean,,,,
"will you all stop it right now, stop it, stop stop it, you little,,,,,stop it, the stratus lies above the erm, in certain wind erm, conditions, erm,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
da dada da da, da dada da da in chorus, right on que "we don't need no education, oi teacher! leave those kids alone" da dada da da."aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" teacher flies from classroom in tears queuing outright yells of victory, high fives and celebrations all round.
Post script: festivities are short lived as teacher returns with deputy head Boon, a large 6'' 5' red headed bastard from the valleys. All participants instantly shit pants and think thrice about carrying out such pranks in the future.
The end (true story
written by Je*boy*Coti*r, left hanging by Log