Saw a boy on the bus today who had forgotten it was last day of term at school and was wearing his uniform. All his mates were in their jeans giving him grief. There’s always one dickhead!
I was pretty close to jumping into the argument and fighting his corner though to be honest. I’d rather be in uniform, save the quid and not have to wear an Ed Hardy t-shirt. You can imagine them in lessons today getting fuck all done, just whispering about what girl’s looking the best in their tightest casual clobber. Lucky boys!
It’s a great day to check out how the birds are filling out, and if you played your cards right you could secure yourself a nice little toss off. Them were the days.
I always used to raid my brothers wardrobe on non-uniform days. A fine selection of Ben Sherman’s and denim jackets, had to race home and get them off before he got back from work and I got the old “who’s the king….say I’m the king” treatment though.
I was the da main man 3 times a year. Well, I thought I was anyway. I didn’t get much action though. Probably a bit too unapproachable I reckon. Yeah, that must’ve been it. I know the girls loved my highlights. Knocked ’em bandy they did.
I remember being in my final year and a 1st year rocked up on the last day of term with a carrier bag full of games. I used to love that in Primary. A day of eating party rings and playing top trumps.
Poor little bastard, what a massive fail. Probably went through 5 years of senior school always being known as the fuckwit who bought in Pop up Pirate. He got massive beats for that, and relieved of his games. Best day in the common room that day playing Buckaroo…well….apart from when the proper nuaghty lad shut our head of year’s fingers in the door. That was pretty cool.
I hated school but I loved that all that playground shit. Dead legs, camel bites, peanuts and cupping farts in you mates face while all the girls sit around reading Smash Hits and bemoaning the fact that we were “SO immature!”. Cars don’t make the man you know. Being able to wipe bogey’s on your teacher without them noticing is pretty fucking hot as well. Stupid cows.
Ummmmmm. I’ve kind of of lost the point of what I was going to write about now.
Oh yeah. Our unscrupulous landlords are kicking us out of our Hackney Palace so I’m moving in with the bit of fluff this weekend. Got ourselves a nice little gaff just around the corner in Hackney proper. The bird’s obviously well chuffed getting to have me to herself.
What a way to spend a 4 day weekend. Moving shit and trips to Wilko’s for toilet brushes and bath mats. Right laugh!
I’ve got a stag do, a house move and the breaking-up of me and Harry Malteaster to fill you in on, but I guess I’ll do all that next week.
Have a wonderful Easter. If I were you girls I’d steer clear of the eggs. Summer’s just round the corner and most of you could probably do with shifting some timber, not putting it on.
Bye de byeeee.