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| Rejected stories | 2 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
Ours was Anthony Keene. I bumped into him in town after he'd left school and listened dumbfounded as he explained how he had nearly earned his third MacDonalds star at work and was the envy of the other staff. He also told me that if you say you are going to take your meal out you will get charged less, which turned out to be utter shite.
Worse, I saw him again a few months later and he was manning the tiny, rusting electric roundabout on Leeds market. He said he'd give me a go for free. We were seventeen.
He was a nice boy really, just so immensley stupid that even the most mild mannered classmate was driven to bullying him.
Worse, I saw him again a few months later and he was manning the tiny, rusting electric roundabout on Leeds market. He said he'd give me a go for free. We were seventeen.
He was a nice boy really, just so immensley stupid that even the most mild mannered classmate was driven to bullying him.
High Royds was north Leeds' mental hospital, and much amusement was made by saying stuff like "Your dad's in High Royds".
After leaving school my then girlfriend's dad had a short stay in High Royds. Waiting at the bus stop after visiting him one day, an old school friend of my girlfriend's saw us and asked where we'd been. The only thing my girlfriend could say was "visiting my dad in high royds". We all struggled not to laugh.
After leaving school my then girlfriend's dad had a short stay in High Royds. Waiting at the bus stop after visiting him one day, an old school friend of my girlfriend's saw us and asked where we'd been. The only thing my girlfriend could say was "visiting my dad in high royds". We all struggled not to laugh.