| Report for Tim Hughes | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 1 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 8 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
An insufferably dull History lesson inspired us to draw Mr Smyth a completely normal, non-piss-taking Christmas card - because, we reasoned, it was likely to be the only one he would ever receive.
He caught us, ripped it up before throwing it in the bin and shouting 'What the BLOODY hell are you doing?'
When we answered the question truthfully, the look on his face of sheer guilt mixed with woebegone loneliness made for a wholly unexpected and welcome conclusion to the affair.
He caught us, ripped it up before throwing it in the bin and shouting 'What the BLOODY hell are you doing?'
When we answered the question truthfully, the look on his face of sheer guilt mixed with woebegone loneliness made for a wholly unexpected and welcome conclusion to the affair.
During our rendition of "Go Tell In On The Mountain", our piano-playing teacher slammed down the piano lid and threw a massive spac at the class. The reason?
We were pronouncing the last syllable of mountain "tin", and not, as she insisted, "tayne". Our response to her fury was to laugh, as one, in her face.
The issue was only resolved when the deputy headteacher suggested the compromise of "tun", which everyone agreed, between bursts of laughter, was incredibly reasonable.
We were pronouncing the last syllable of mountain "tin", and not, as she insisted, "tayne". Our response to her fury was to laugh, as one, in her face.
The issue was only resolved when the deputy headteacher suggested the compromise of "tun", which everyone agreed, between bursts of laughter, was incredibly reasonable.