| Report for Nick H | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 3 |
| Rejected stories | 2 |
| Summary | Exemplary Child |
Game based around a tree.
One person would be elected the 'puller' and the rest of us would grab hold of the tree trunk for dear lives. The puller would attempt to remove pupils one by one from holding onto the tree by sheer force and if you were removed you then became a second puller and were then employed in removing others from the tree. The winner was the last one to be left clinging onto the tree.
This game, however, died a rapid death after some of the older boys said we all looked like we were trying to shag the tree. It did too.
One person would be elected the 'puller' and the rest of us would grab hold of the tree trunk for dear lives. The puller would attempt to remove pupils one by one from holding onto the tree by sheer force and if you were removed you then became a second puller and were then employed in removing others from the tree. The winner was the last one to be left clinging onto the tree.
This game, however, died a rapid death after some of the older boys said we all looked like we were trying to shag the tree. It did too.
Our version went "Because you kissed a kangaroo in the middle of the zoo at half past two." References to poo and a loo were not uncommon.
Its always funny when someone accidentally kicks a football into their own face, then falls on their arse and cries. Rarely more so, however, than when its the local councillor’s son and class idiot, Adam Higgin – a constant source of amusement.
A "making disability fun" story.
Phil Wardle had something wrong with his spine. The problem was such that eventually he had to wear a kind of plastic corset. This encased his upper body- front and back - from his waist to just below the arms. Obviously it was worn under his shirt so it couldn’t be seen. When he first had it fitted, he would go and wind people up by calling them a twat or applying a sharp and exceedingly painful dig in the ribs with his fingers. The reaction of most people to this kind of provocation was to issue a punch in the stomach. Unfortunately for them, this was exactly the response Phil was hoping for because it resulted in a scene like that out of Superman 2 when that bloke in the diner punches Clark Kent in the stomach and nearly shatters his hand.
Phil Wardle had something wrong with his spine. The problem was such that eventually he had to wear a kind of plastic corset. This encased his upper body- front and back - from his waist to just below the arms. Obviously it was worn under his shirt so it couldn’t be seen. When he first had it fitted, he would go and wind people up by calling them a twat or applying a sharp and exceedingly painful dig in the ribs with his fingers. The reaction of most people to this kind of provocation was to issue a punch in the stomach. Unfortunately for them, this was exactly the response Phil was hoping for because it resulted in a scene like that out of Superman 2 when that bloke in the diner punches Clark Kent in the stomach and nearly shatters his hand.
Tripping somebody up is neither original, funny or clever…except funny…. And clever.
Our teacher was late once so we were all standing in the corridor outside the class room and a first year who was also clearly late for his class came running down the otherwise empty corridor at very high speed. Having seen the opportunity to both embarrass (and potentially hurt) this small child, whilst at the same time gaining the respect of my fellow pupils, I couldn’t let it go.
A casually extended foot was all that was required to make my evil scheme work to perfection. The boy flew, how he flew!
Our teacher was late once so we were all standing in the corridor outside the class room and a first year who was also clearly late for his class came running down the otherwise empty corridor at very high speed. Having seen the opportunity to both embarrass (and potentially hurt) this small child, whilst at the same time gaining the respect of my fellow pupils, I couldn’t let it go.
A casually extended foot was all that was required to make my evil scheme work to perfection. The boy flew, how he flew!