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A sport common to most schools in the world is the violent rivalry between nearby schools. However, our version had a twist, because the nearest school to us catered for those with special needs.
At least once a week we would be visited by about thirty misguided children in varying states of spackerdom, angling for a punch up during dinner.
This was even more entertaining because, frankly, they could barely manage being outside unsupervised, let alone display dazzling unarmed combat skills. So they pretty much got hammered very time. They never learned. Which is probably why they were in a special school in the first place.
At least once a week we would be visited by about thirty misguided children in varying states of spackerdom, angling for a punch up during dinner.
This was even more entertaining because, frankly, they could barely manage being outside unsupervised, let alone display dazzling unarmed combat skills. So they pretty much got hammered very time. They never learned. Which is probably why they were in a special school in the first place.
This was the name applied to the blue plastic Robin Reliants frequently seen chugging past the school fence, usually driven by a greasy, sweaty perv on his way to the bookies. When left parked, easily tipped on one side by three 10 year olds as I recall.