HOWEVER in the fourth & fith year one of the P.E. options became Darts and Pool (it was Wigan)![]()
one was the son of a prominent 1970s/80s broadcaster (specialised in current affairs, had a speech impediment, on itv, former MP). he was sacked for having an affair with a girl in my year who later got into porn.
Only two sorts of blokes wear earrings, poofs and pirates. Where's yer ship, sonny?
those who can't do, teach
those who can't teach, teach PE
So if you had a PE teacher who ever drove a bus, he must be the biggest cunt ever?
I love this post being presented next to your avatar.kids are cunts too tho, the cheeky scamps.
ah now that could be a good thread, times you told it like it really was to a teacher.
i almost feel guilty about things i said to some teachers but they did need to hear it.
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Aren't they just the lowest form of life? Braindead beery army rejects.
We had one who liked Northern Soul, which is why I think Northern Soul is shit and only wankers listen to it. He used to lock me and a couple of cronies in the music room (a boiler room) and make us write pointless essays, like "Why I think the Winter Olympics is important" as a punishment for drifting off the pitch during the tedious 25-a-side football matches. The cunt also once bounced a football off my head because I had better things to do than listen to his Graham Taylor impersonations.
We had one in primary school who was later outed as a paedophile, the sadistic piece of filth used to pull kids' shorts down and spank them with a plastic cricket bat. Turns out later he was also filming it on a Betamax camera.
The scumbag in "Kes" was way, way too sympathetic. How cuntish were yours?
i had a scottish PE teacher, an absolute sadist who has pretty much destroyed any interest or enthusiasm i might have had for sport, the wanker. we used to do these stupid games where we had to line up and the first person would pass the ball under their legs, the next person over their head etc. i couldn't understand the instructions he was bellowing in his thick glaswegian accent and always ended up doing the wrong thing at which point he'd blow his fucking whistle, come over and scream in my face for five minutes. he used to make the fat kids climb up the ropes and encouraged the rest of the class to point at them and laugh. divide and rule was his PE philosphy and he excelled at it. plus he was good at devising tortorous punishments like sitting against the wall as if there was a chair, but there wasn't, for five minutes until your legs felt like they were going to fall off. he split a kids head open with a spring from one of the trampolines. i used to attempt anything to get out of PE, such as recyling sick notes from my mam, or hiding in the showers until everyone had left, or "forgetting" my kit, the latter backfiring spectacularly as then he'd make me wear a pair of skanky shorts with no top, in fucking winter, the cunt, to play rugby. later i perfected the art of truancy.
i saw him a few years back serving behind the counter in a texaco garage. i knew he recognised me and briefly i considered grabbing him by the throat and beating seven shades of shit out of him, but then i thought, i am never going down to his level and i am a bigger man than that. in some ways it brought it all to a close in my mind, being able to see him for what he was - a pathetic unhappy individual. i think being a cunt is punishment enough.
not that i'm bitter, or in any way traumatised, you understand.
after reading this whole thread, i guess england is different... i swear half of my gym teachers were fairly mellow lesbians...
after reading this whole thread, i guess england is different... i swear half of my gym teachers were fairly mellow lesbians... and for some reason the old school sadist dudes either liked me (i was very good at floor hockey) or simply left me alone...