My favourite school lesson was woodwork which no-one ever took seriously. Our lessons consisted of cheerfully making that glue (the one you mix in two parts, araldite or something?) and then deftly flicking juicy globs of it onto the back of an unpopular kids neck. The instinctual reaction is of course to try and wipe the blob off. This meant that the unpopular kids in woodwork had to spend the lesson with their hands firmly stuck to the backs of their heads. Our all-time record was getting 11 out of 30 kids thus glued and one of those kids was a double who looked particulary foolish with both hands stuck to the back of his head (as if relaxing) and he spent the rest of the lesson crying and asking other people to dry his eyes for him. What really crowned this fulfilling hobby was the fact that rumours were rife concerning what our woodwork teacher had once been caught doing to a boy bent over a woodwork table and so no-one would approach him and ask for help when they were unable to move their glued hands.