School days..
Funny really, for the majority of my education, I was, to put it mildly, a bit of a swot.

Then when I was 13, moved on to an estate and started hanging around with lads from the area.

General piss-artistry ensued, however the daftest thing I did when I was at school, was to provide some lit firelighters which some bigger kids, honest guv, decided to lob into the open windows of the science block. Nearly got expelled for that one.

Also spent many a German lesson drinking voddy out of them old orange tango bottles, happy days. Incidentally the first (and only) class I succeeded in getting an A*..

In retrospect, stories are a bit shit, but c'est la vie and all that.

As you were.
(wuckfit Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori., Fri 9 Sep 2011, 8:50, 2 replies)

C'est la vie?
And you did German? Oh well, So ist das Leben.
(zebby wasting irony here on, Fri 9 Sep 2011, 17:01, closed)

In my defense..
I took French as well, though did not have a particular aptitude for either. Have enough trouble with English half the time.
(wuckfit Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori., Sat 10 Sep 2011, 7:16, closed)