Cannon Fodder
For a short while I went to a school that my mum taught at. I don't think the PE teacher got on with her very well. Certainly that's the only explanation I have for his utter vindictiveness towards me.

Normally it'd just be things like blaming me for anything that went wrong, or simply pretending I wasn't there, but then after a long holiday he clearly came up with his uber-plan.

I remember him coming bounding up to me on the first day of term with a gleam in his eye, "Go look at the sports notices board." I went. He followed. He'd stuck me in the First XV Rugby Squad. I'm still only a 32" waist now despite being 6'3", and I was thinner and altogether weedier then. I spent most of my time happily prodding an Acorn Atom in a dark basement for christ's sake.

So three times a week I got flattened into the mud by teenagers twice my weight. And every time, if I caught his eye, he'd grin.

I never played for the school, I was just cannon fodder. Tosser.
( chthonic, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 17:58, 2 replies)

32" waist?
You fat bastard ;)

I'm clicking this purely for the Acorn Atom bit (still got mine!)

I was also put in the rugby team, despite being about 4'6" and so skinny I disappeared when I turned sideways...

30" waist and I DID eat all the pies :)
( snee held his breath since, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 8:52, closed)

Hee hee
I loved that Atom. My maths teacher had us spend a period of weeks writing floating point extensions to the BASIC interpreter in 6502 assembler. I owe a lot to that man.
( chthonic, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 10:54, closed)