| Report for Rob Adey | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 5 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
A turd. Also, a boy, Adam White. The 'chod' association happened before I moved to the area, but was revealed in such horrified tones that I never ever dared go near him for fear of catching chod disease. Odd 'chicken and egg' origin - was Adam known as Chod before he shat out of a tree, and so that's how shit became known as 'chod'? Or was shit always 'chod', and Adam assumed the mantle of 'Chod' only after he shat out of a tree? Never found out.
Legendary cross-eyed music teacher with no control whatsoever over her pupils, either kind. Chronological age 30, but with white hair brought on by being made to cry, thrown down stairs, shut in cupboards etc. by lower stream classes on a daily basis. In retrospect, hope she wasn't finally driven to mental illness/death.
A good spit, either noun or verb. Probably onomatopoeic. Hockling was very popular in the autumn term of 1983, resulting in a playground slick with 'hockle', and stern assembly warnings.
We'd got through our sex education class with a minimum of sniggering and embarrasment, and Mr Norton asked the class if anyone had any questions. Adrian May stuck his hand up and said, 'Sir, where's my sperms? I've been looking everywhere, but I don't seem to have any yet.' Mr Norton started to the rub the back of his neck (his own, not Adrian's) and managed to stutter something out about different rates of development.
Also abbreviated to the charming 'T.B.', this means a lovely girl. Not really sure how this came about, but it was all the rage in about 1987. Once heard used as a chat-up line: "My mate thinks you're a tidy boiler. Will you go out with him?" Unsuccesful.