School TripsGet left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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Chessington, World of PissMust have been about eleven or twelve at the time, but I had yet to master the long coach journey and the perils that laid within. I spent the entire trip gulping down buckets of Coke only to discover that the coach had no toilet. I'm not going to sugar coat this story - I pissed myself. Yet, incredibly, no one noticed. Maybe I always stank of piss, who knows. There's no fear quite like being sat, soaked in piss, on a coach full of bastard school kids, all looking for someone to bully. I looked into the eye of the beholder, my friends, and lived to tell the tale.
Anyway, it's not a particularly entertaining story until you realise that I did the exact same thing a few months later on a coach trip to Wimbledon. This time, I masked the offending stain with a "spilt" bottle of Lilt: "Bollocks! Aw, look what I've done! Lilt... right on my crotch... tsk, what a ninny! LILT! EVERYWHERE!"
Scot. Free.
(, Thu 14 Dec 2006, 17:17, Reply)
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