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That reminds me of my days at the grammar school. It was the ink that did it.

What do you mean

Well I'd start out all clean and shiny in my new uniform, but they had these ink pens that you had to dip in an inkwell like in Tom Brown's Schooldays, and I was a bit clumsy in those days. So I'd get it all over myself and my books. Plus we used to flick the stuff at each other to stop ourselves going mad out of boredom, and some of them were better shots than I was.

Oh lol

I always had dog ends in my shirt pocket
I must have stunk to high heaven

I used to stink of bananas. What happened was that there was this rumour that if you dried banana skins and smoked the stuff you scraped off the inside of them, you'd get an effect like LSD. Then I got caught rolling up and when the teacher said it didn't smell like baccy, I said it was banana skins. He just laughed at the time, but then somebody told him the rumour, and he had me searched and gave me a lecture on the danger of drugs and sent me to the deputy head for further interrogation. None of us had any real drugs because we didn't know how to get them. One kid was doing a roaring trade selling bits of joss stick saying it got you high if you inhaled the smoke, and another kid was caught selling bits of blotting paper as acid. Obviously some great marketing talent in that school.

That's hilarious

We used to trade dinner tickets for cigarettes

I mean some of the excuses the teachers used to give just so they could give us detentions

It's a dinner ticket for cods sake
I was hungry, my friend needed a cigarette so we did a fair swap

Our head master called it fraud

Fraud? Sounds like fair exchange to me. Mind you we had a rule banning financial transactions between pupils. It didn't stop us of course, it just drove it underground, which made it more fun.

They gave us all a detention if somebody had been naughty and didn't own up. Very crafty, trying to get your classmates to turn on you. So we had to be crafty back. The place was like a factory for creating reprobates. You should have seen the toilet walls.

Well he was chancing it wasn't he, making it up as he went along with his metre stick and his board rubber

We smashed a stink bomb under the music teachers desk
We made her cry

Re: sweatpants

I'm gonna keep an eye out to see if there are others wearing sweatpants at places I frequent. If there are, I'm wearing sweatpants too. The revolution starts right here, right now

You could be a trend setter

There's safety in number. Unless you're a newcomer, when sometimes the old hands can get away with things a newbie can't. I'm struggling with that at the music place where some of the oldies play rhythm and blues but I'm advised that maybe I shouldn't. It's unfair.

Our school used to stink so much that you wouldn't have noticed a stink bomb. It was the chemistry lab and the P.E. changing room mostly, except for the time when somebody took a king-sized dump in the corridor and the place reeked of you-know-what and disinfectant for days. Then there was my home brew.

We got one teacher so frustrated that he broke down and said very dramatically that he couldn't go on. But he deserved it for boring us to death for yonks till we realised we could get away with rebelling. Actually it wasn't me, it was the other kids did that particular thing. I was just there and enjoyed the experience.

Oh man you can never get them days back can you

I can't see that school these days can be half as fun

We used to get battered by our teachers at school, battered by each other in the playground and then battered by our parents when we got home but it was just all part of the fun

You can see it taught us respect, can't you?

I suppose these days the teachers are more glued to rules of proper conduct, and the surveillance might also be better or they'd never be able to ban mobile phones. In my day they did what they liked, and some of them didn't bother teaching at all. We had an insane art teacher and the music teacher was just as bad. I didn't learn anything. And they never got pulled up for it. No national curriculum or appraisals in those days. If a teacher had an Oxford or Cambridge degree, they just assumed they were the Great And Good, and left them to it. However did we win the war?

I know
We wasn't even expected to go to college or to even get a job for that matter

It was a different world

Sounds like it was a Secondary Modern school, or whatever they changed the name to by the time you got in there. They were rubbish as far as educating anybody was concerned. My sister went to one but she got lucky and married a bloke who rose to great things as a taxman, and he's carried her financially ever since. She's had a great life just doing whatever she wants. I always wanted to marry a woman who was too proud to let me work. Not that he'd have wanted her not to work. She just wasn't cut out for it especially after the school had taught her nothing but housecraft.