ooh! tasty
on the subject of flashers, I remember a couple of incidents when I was younger, there would be reports of one in the area, we would get a note from school warning us not to go home alone, go in groups or preferably get picked up by parents. The excitement around school and the rumours circulating with everyone claiming
"i've seen him"
Great days
When I was a nipper, there was a guy who would ride around the town in a shirt, jacket & tie but no trousers.
Rumours that had circulated for many years he was allergic to material on his legs were quashed when he was sent away for sexual assault on a minor....
It was funny as fcuk to see a guy in half a suit getting constant verbal abuse from schookids as he cycled past.
Quite creepy though...
& at the same time.
Our flasher was reputed to sit on a park bench which was on the route to and from school for most of us wearing nought but a tribly strumming his willy like a guitar. neither myself or anyone I know actually witnessed it, it was always a a freinds brother or friend of a friend who saw him.
continuing the theme of school hysteria, when I was in secondary school, about 13, a group of travellers plotted up on some wasteland at the far end of then playing fields. when we did cross country in pe we would run right by where they were. The story was that during the 5th year girls cross country lesson one morning, one of the back markers got picked off by a couple of them and was molested. No one could say who she was, but it "definately happened". Now to this day I dont know if it was true, but by lunchtime, I would say half the male population of the school from 3rd yr up was tooled up and heading over there! there was a bit of a stand off and everyone was eventually dispersed. After that we were banned from going outside at lunchtimes, but then every evening for the next fornight there would be gangs going over there scrapping with them and their kids. School would be rife next morning with greatly exaggerated tales of heroism of older pupils, 10 against one etc until they eventually moved on. was someone actually attacked in the first place? to this day I have no idea.
Stole a lamb once on a school field trip.
Hid it under my jumper and decided I was going to rear it with a friend in her back garden.
We convinced ourselves her mum would've been into it (and she possibly would bless her - I loved that woman!)
...the bubble burst when the lamb started baa-ing (after the bus had set off I might add) while the register was being taken.
They turned the bus around, I had to apologise to the farmer for stealing his lamb and my punishment was to stand in front of the staff room every lunch time for two weeks.
Still haven't got my lamb.
(or should that be tail )
Stole a lamb once on a school field trip.
Hid it under my jumper and decided I was going to rear it with a friend in her back garden.
We convinced ourselves her mum would've been into it (and she possibly would bless her - I loved that woman!)
...the bubble burst when the lamb started baa-ing (after the bus had set off I might add) while the register was being taken.
They turned the bus around, I had to apologise to the farmer for stealing his lamb and my punishment was to stand in front of the staff room every lunch time for two weeks.
Still haven't got my lamb.
tea spitting moment, then the tale got better and better
Stole a lamb once on a school field trip.
Hid it under my jumper and decided I was going to rear it with a friend in her back garden.
We convinced ourselves her mum would've been into it (and she possibly would bless her - I loved that woman!)
...the bubble burst when the lamb started baa-ing (after the bus had set off I might add) while the register was being taken.
They turned the bus around, I had to apologise to the farmer for stealing his lamb and my punishment was to stand in front of the staff room every lunch time for two weeks.
Still haven't got my lamb.
