| Report for dave evans | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories | 4 |
| Summary | Shows promise |
COndor was a pipe tobacco, heavily advertised on TV in the 70s: a polo-neck wearing smoothie would light up his pipe and immediately be surrounded by a gaggle of sexy women, so much so that he had a huge hardnut bodyguard to hold them back; letting only one woman through.... I suppose the irony here is that everyone ran the other way after a fart...
also consider :
random and impromptu slashing of the neck with metal combs, and surprise karate chops to the Adam's apple 10 seconds before a teacher enters the class.
This results in a complete inability to breathe, so you won't be able to answer the register. Which will obviously be your number one concern, what with not being able to breathe.
random and impromptu slashing of the neck with metal combs, and surprise karate chops to the Adam's apple 10 seconds before a teacher enters the class.
This results in a complete inability to breathe, so you won't be able to answer the register. Which will obviously be your number one concern, what with not being able to breathe.
Simple game: think "tag" only the chaser has to tag the chased using a tennis ball, thrown at immense velocity and very close range. Livened up by using benches as home zones (no tagging) although you could ricochet the ball off the benches and hit people in the open; that counted. Livened up considerably by (i think) Derek Clarke who unknown to us substituted a hockey ball for his go as "it". Some kid got a broken nose.
re the small rubber bouncy balls: these were also popular in the early 70s, and particularly fun to use in cricket net practice. Run up fast, bowl a cricket ball.... then run up fast, bowl a handful of these "powerballs" (trade name i think), all of which would reach head height at a frightening speed, and if you were lucky several of them would hit the batsman's head. The joke was on you if he actualyl managed to hit one of them back at you; was like trying to catch a firework, and they would go *miles*
it may well be one of those 'school myths' but one of our chemistry teachers was alleged to have, as a hobby, wrapping small pieces of sodium (explosive when wet) in dry bread and feeding it to the seagulls which plagued our school.
Fat Teacher- Mr Weston ( i think) - was always fat, liked by some pupils, loathed by many- went on a school trip to America with the 6th Form. Died of a heart attack while there. Not fat anymore, then.