Bully Stories:
#1
My school was neither particularly bad nor very good. I was the second biggest (as in tall and broad, not fat) lad in my year and there was one particularly arsehole that went by the (girls) name of Jamie who I did not get along with at all. He was all mouth and no trousers and I couldnt stand the fact that he was getting a reputation as a tough lad even though he had never been in a fight. Anyway one day, on a break, I find him using his new found 'respec' to bully one of my mates Brian. He had him up against the fence and was pushing him demanding money. I decided that this was my opportunity to gain a bit of respect and shut that cunt up once and for all. I ran over and shoved him hard and told him to leave my mate alone in full view of the whole school, I could tell I'd surprised him and this gave me courage, he started with the gob again and to cut a long story short we aranged to fight in the 'Jungle' after school (the jungle was a load of trees at the end of the sports field where we used to go for cigarettes and stinkfinger). I tell you, that was the longest day of my life. When the bell went at 3.30 my heart sank but I had to go or I'd never live it down. My friends and I walked to the jungle and THE WHOLE FUCKING SCHOOL WAS THERE! I bet the teachers were in the crowd somewhere! The crowd parted and there was Jamie looking more scared than I was. This encouraged me somewhat and so as I approached I took the standard boxers position and got within range and BAM! He smacked me right in the temple with a hook, that was it: I LOST THE FUCKING PLOT. I went in windmilling landing blow after blow after blow until he dropped to the ground. I'd won! I couldnt beleive it! I wanted out of there then, so I started walking away when all of a sudden the ground threw itself in my face and just as I realised I'd been kicked in the back, he started kicking me in the ribs and head. I'd had enough now, I wanted this to end so I cried aloud, on the verge of tears "ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, YOU WIN" or something to that effect. And so Jamie had technically won the fight but a lot of people said I had the better of the fight, which actually made me feel much better than I thought it would. I lost the battle but won the war: I bumped into him a few years after school and he was working in a second hand shop. RESULT!

#2
The cock of our school was a huge black lad called Dominic. He was 2 years ahead of me and was already dealing drugs and running with the local gangsters (this is moss side we are talking about so they are not some local joke firm) before his GCSE's and one day, as I'm walking back to school after lunch I see him and his boys walking my way and I made the mistake of trying to avoid eye contact. He grabbed me by the arm and to my surprise thrust a pound into my hand! I was shocked momentarily until he demanded that I go to the chippy for him and get him chips and gravy. To my eternal shame, after some unconvincing refusals I went to the chippy for him. After queuing for ages I get his chips and gravy and started walking back to school to meet him at the gate he uses to tax people (fat kids cant climb fences) when the heavens open up and it started to rain heavilly and the tray of chips and gravy in my hands was not wrapped up. By the time I found him, his dinner looked like dhiorreah. I was not looking forward to this at all. He took one look at at and knocked it out of my hand, put his face right up to mine and told me if I didnt go and get him another lot of chips and gravy in a bag he was gonna stab me up (he carried a knife, he threatened a teacher with it once). To my eternal embarrasment and like a good little bitch I did exactly as I was told. Whenever school days come up in conversation between me and my mates this story always gets the biggest laugh. I hated that school.

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#3
This is going waaaaay back to primary school. There was this strange lad who's name escapes me at the moment and even though his age was not yet in double digits he looked just like bernard off 'day of the tentacle'. He was a bit weird: when at the urinals he would pull his pants right down to his ankles. He had no friends. He wasnt even particualarly smart for such a nerdy looking lad. Anyway, one day I was pondering the whole 'Being a Bully Thing' and decided to try it myself. I punched him hard and he ran off crying. The result of this experiment: I felt FUCKING AWFUL! The guilt was crushing and when the teacher pulled me aside to tell me off she must of picked up that I was already more sorry than any punishment she could administer and let me off lightly. Mrs Beale was the name of the teacher, she must be dead by now but she was ace, they say you always rememeber the good teachers. Its bloody true.
( P3L3 is not my real name., Thu 14 May 2009, 22:31, 1 reply)

Couldn't agree more.
I remember at least 5 or 6 outstanding teachers of mine, they really are the ones you remember. I would say it would have been a nicer and possibly funnier QOTW.
( Rookie You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel, Fri 15 May 2009, 12:06, closed)