swee'pea99
Squire
Just read Alan Frame on another thread asking if anyone remembers blow football, and it took me right back to junior school and the battles we boys used to have behind the teachers' backs, using little wads of chewed up paper spat peashooter-stylie thru' bic biro tubes with the refills removed.
This was when we weren't folding up bits of paper into tight little slugs, bent into a V and fired using rubber bands. Man, they could sting! You could get in real trouble if caught - quite rightly, on the grounds that 'you could take someone's eye out'. And you probably could, tho' no-one ever did. But the satisfaction of getting someone with such a cracker on the bum that they actually yelped!...
In the winter, we liked putting wax crayons on the radiators and watching them melt....
With hindsight I'm amazed any of our teachers remained even semi-sane.
This was when we weren't folding up bits of paper into tight little slugs, bent into a V and fired using rubber bands. Man, they could sting! You could get in real trouble if caught - quite rightly, on the grounds that 'you could take someone's eye out'. And you probably could, tho' no-one ever did. But the satisfaction of getting someone with such a cracker on the bum that they actually yelped!...
In the winter, we liked putting wax crayons on the radiators and watching them melt....
With hindsight I'm amazed any of our teachers remained even semi-sane.