Igor
The name inexpicably given to Dermot Cassidy, a normal-looking, healthy and reasonably intelligent boy in my school. The entire school would sit around the walls of the gym for lunch. Every day without fail, young Cassidy would walk diagonally from the door at one corner of the gym to the school shop on the opposite corner to be greeted with a 400-strong chorus of 'Iiiiigoorrr! IIIiiigorrrr!', which continued for the duration of his journey.
written by Br*ndan*Wal*en, left hanging by Edward