two for you, both true no rumours.|
lad pierced one of his jewels with a foot long splinter as he slid down a bannister in the art department. Walked all the way across school, dripping blood, to see his tutor. Only to be told to stop being a prat and get yourself down to A&E.
and Mick Jackamellie, you will be always be in my memories for the best RE lesson ever. He was thick as shit and sat at the back of the class. One day he pulled a WWII grenade out of his bag, yelled 'GRENAAAADE!", pulled the fucking pin and rolled it down the middle of the class. It rolled to a stop at the feet of Mrs Hamilton, the most quiet, softly spoken nice, aged 104, person that i think i've ever met. She looked down and knew it was time to put that RE faith to the test.
That was her last year at our school.