An exercise in lameness. Our Geography teacher didn't wear a wig. His hair was just a bit curly. But we called him Wiggy. Shit, right?
But we never even got close to calling him Wiggy to his face. As our school was on two sites, we would see him approach in his gold BMW, and chant "wiggy" to ourselves, stopping some minutes before he even got anywhere close to the classroom. Supershit.
By the time he got to the classroom, we were all perfectly calm and ready to learn about glaciation and viticulture for an hour. God, we were lame.
Having read that back, Wiggy seems rather ostentatious, driving a gold BMW and all. I would like to point out that it was quite old and painted gold. None of my teachers drove a solid gold sports car.