Last Spring
Was my sixth year, meaning lots of free periods and people starting to turn eighteen, it also had some rather lovely sunny days. So naturally we spent most of our time in the beer garden, the eighteen year olds venturing in to buy everyone else booze.

This worked well, It stopped us from making noise and as long as we weren't pissed on school grounds the teachers were happy to turn a blind eye. A few even joined us on one occasion.

We all looked out for each other and made sure no one got drunk.

"Kate, are you sure you should have another."

"Och, I'm fine. I've nae mare classes."

"Uum, we've got computing next."

She managed to act sober rather well, for about five steps into the door where she then walked into filing cabinet and appologised profusley, slurring every word.
(Roger McGough-Pipe, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 17:44, Reply)