Graham Jones
This chap was in my brother's year at secondary school. He was 'proper menkle'.

Thin as a rake and sporting a huge ginger afro, he was the archetypal 'confused loner' one sees in the news performing massacres etc.

His bicycle handlebars were full of cigarettes - he'd pop a handle grip off and hey, presto - Lambert & Butler heaven.

He was spotted injecting himself in the arm in a technical drawing lesson - with a propelling pencil.

But he was extremely good at science - or more specifically bombs and such like. He made one so powerful that it blew one of those big round school bins several feet into the air and bent out of shape as if it had been blown like glass.

My brother once found him feeding burning strips of paper into an air vent in the dining hall in order to burn the kitchens down.

He proabably works for the MOD now - or is in Broadmoor. Go nutcase!

EEEEEDDDIIIT!!!!
He was expelled from primary school (no mean feat in itself) for wounding a fellow pupil.

With a home-made crossbow. That fired sharpened bicycle spokes. Rock on!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 25 Jul 2008, 13:48, Reply)