Kim Charnley (brain-box, future head boy) arrived for rugby without his shorts, and berating his mum for not packing them, was told to get some from the gyppo box. Only one pair was in there, and they were covered in what looked to be excrement. Disgusted, Kim exclaimed "Uggh someones shat in their shorts and I've got to wear them", while the rest of the changing room jeered and hollared as only teenage boys can, but we all fell silent as he announced excitedly that there was a nametag stitched into them. The air was thick with anticipation, the imagined short-soiler was about to be named and shamed! Imagine the fuel for taunting this would provide. Suddenly Kim's face fell as he realised why his mother hadn't packed his shorts: "fuck, they're mine"