| Report for Spooky Dougal | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 3 |
| Rejected stories | 1 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 5 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
"We break up, we break up
We don't care if school blows up
No more English, no more French,
No more sitting on the old school bench
If the teacher interferes
Kick her arse and box her ears
If that does not serve her right
Blow her up with dynamite."
Dynamite, of course, being in plentiful supply to the average ten year-old circa 1984.
We don't care if school blows up
No more English, no more French,
No more sitting on the old school bench
If the teacher interferes
Kick her arse and box her ears
If that does not serve her right
Blow her up with dynamite."
Dynamite, of course, being in plentiful supply to the average ten year-old circa 1984.
New pet adopted by Mrs Reeve's class following the sad demise of the elderly Bobby. Tragically killed on his first time out of the cage after being trodden on by promising ballerina Victoria Robinson.
Unfortunate but generally OK history and politics teacher, whose name, as Richard Beddoes once noted, sounded like a fart in the bath.
(This reminds me of Robert Newman's nostalgic entry in the Mary Whitehouse Experience Encyclopaedia, in which a butler called Waddle was accidently summoned to his master's bathroom with a hot water bottle, after the master farted in the bath. When the master questioned his butler, Waddle replied "I distinctly heard you say What about a water bottle, Waddle". Christ almighty, I'm having nostalgia about other people's nostalgia, now. I hope, one day in 2018, someone fondly recalls this paragraph. - Log)
(This reminds me of Robert Newman's nostalgic entry in the Mary Whitehouse Experience Encyclopaedia, in which a butler called Waddle was accidently summoned to his master's bathroom with a hot water bottle, after the master farted in the bath. When the master questioned his butler, Waddle replied "I distinctly heard you say What about a water bottle, Waddle". Christ almighty, I'm having nostalgia about other people's nostalgia, now. I hope, one day in 2018, someone fondly recalls this paragraph. - Log)
The law states that every pupil who dies during their school career must have a small unhealthy-looking tree dedicated to their memory planted somewhere in the school grounds.