Remember those banks of lockers that had three or four in each vertical column? Each classroom had some in.
If you emptied out a column, you could hinge the floors up to make a single vertical space which would perfectly accomodate a skinny twat like me. I'd climb in and keep the top locker door closed but unlocked.
The other kids would tell Mr Spence the French teacher that I was off sick. When the poor bastard walked close to the lockers I would violently head butt the door open and shout "Where's JOOHHNNY?!!?" a la The Shining. Scared the bejesus out of him and was well worth the detention I got for it.
Remember those banks of lockers that had three or four in each vertical column? Each classroom had some in.
If you emptied out a column, you could hinge the floors up to make a single vertical space which would perfectly accomodate a skinny twat like me. I'd climb in and keep the top locker door closed but unlocked.
The other kids would tell Mr Spence the French teacher that I was off sick. When the poor bastard walked close to the lockers I would violently head butt the door open and shout "Where's JOOHHNNY?!!?" a la The Shining. Scared the bejesus out of him and was well worth the detention I got for it.