In a sixth form where there are only 6 males in one year, it can get hairy. Thus, games must be played when the girls are away. Such as bottle snooker, where the old fashioned drinks that came in different colours (glass bottles of pop you know!) were made to resemble snooker balls (in colour only) and bottle snooker took place on the 6th form room floor. Game went on until stopped or all bottles were broken. Also, Carcinogenic darts - the dart board was remounted to be as high as possible on the wall, and the ocky was the other side of the room. Half way between them was a twin fluorescent light. The aim was to either hit the dart board narrowly missing the bulbs, or hit the metal light support (about one inch thick). Missing caused the light bulb to shatter thus ensuring all carcinogenic centre to be deposited on all underneath. Screwdriver Daggers - when one must throw (ninja style) a screwdriver into the upright of the soft sixth form chairs. Bounce off means you were shit. Missing meant the screwdriver hitting a glass window - which always broke. The sixth Form maze - changing the position of every desk in one room so it became a maze to annoy the cleaners who both had to clean under every desk in a strange layout, and then get out of there again. War of the Cars - everyone (all of us) who pranged their cars had to bring in a few souvenirs of the damage. When teachers away, the desks are lined up and the war starts - throwing the items across the room as hard as possible. Two hospital visits later they cottoned on, when one man, bleeding from the head, outlined how he was hit by a 1978 Fiat Uno air filter... Demoilishment - the art of trashing a desk into small enough pieces to be smuggled into small bags, and later distributed in the local wood, to the sound of both Sex Pistols and Half Man Half Biscuit. Over 12 chairs, 4 cuboards, 8 desks and a large table were destroyed in this manner over a two year period. And finally, Strap the Hippy to the Pole - he kind of had long hair, but that was enough for us to call him a Hippy and tape him to the solitary pole in the centre of the main congregation room. The look on a teachers face when she entered and saw hippy tied with masking tape was always priceless. Better still is the fully recorded conversation on a dictaphone of the headmasters bollocking to us all in his office - later played loud and clear! Oh Oi Boys - were are you now...