In the late eighties the massive Beastie Boys inspired craze for VW car badges went a bit far, to the point where basically any car badge was fair game. Obviously the more valuable the car the better, and one of the nutters in our year, Lordy, landed perhaps the ultimate catch. One of our art teachers was the wife of a then local, and now occasionally national, TV presenter. Her top-of-the-range beige BMW was always parked outside the staff room window. To this day I cannot even begin to imagine how the fuck he managed it, but Lordy prized off her rear badge with a screwdriver and left a nice ugly wound in the paintwork to boot. The whole school was subjected to an impromptu bag search which proved fruitless. Nice one Lordy, respect.