Looking back, I'll always feel sorry for poor Robert Ryan. Always a reclusive, loner bully-magnet, he thought he was experiencing the worst of it when, aged 13, Pokemon cards were discovered in his jacket. He wasn't.
See, he chose to do accountancy - only so did every waster in the year. He happened to sit at a row of tables beside three girls - each one called Laura. All through the class, he'd hear the chant "Robbie is a Laura" sung by those in the back rows. Eventually, this worked it's way around the whole year and everywhere he went he was greated to the same chant. Someone even made an "I Am A Laura" badge, presented to him on his birthday in assembly.
Poor fella.