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But there was one kid in Y1/Y2 who we'd let play because he was so obviously standout better than everyone else in the school - he has a Premier League winners medal to his name.
My mate was a wee fat kid who went to a school that was generally pretty rubbish at football, but he was on the team that won the Norn Iron Schools Cup on the tactic of 'Give it to __', who I think also has a PL winner's medal.
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I went to the same school as Waters/Barrett and it's suggested that their experience at the school heavily influenced that album. No dodginess at that school though by the time I went there, and they'd long got rid of the cane by then.
Did terrorise the IT teacher at that school though with a friend of mine. Silently running programs that would randomly print out a single sheet of paper with a piece of paper with just a ΓΏ character in the corner - drove the teacher mad replacing cables and other bits in an attempt to fix it. Also a program that would show a ball slowly bouncing across all of the monitors from one to another across the room and back, especially devious as the machines were not networked together at all.
Secondary school had a languages teacher nicknamed Porky as he was rumoured to have been caught stealing a pork pie from the village shop. Most lessons he'd walk in to the room to find a large pork pie drawn on the blackboard. Never grew old that one. He also used to leave his fags in a cupboard in the classroom which frequently got raided.
One science teacher told us he contracted Syphilis from cleaning out bird nests from his eaves, and that he then gave it to his wife.
Other jolly japes in science were attaching fly leads with crocodile clips on to the back of the teachers white coat trying to create the longest train we could. It was the fact that it was never acknowledged even when he did finally notice them and remove them. Filling up friends bags with random science equipment (I opened my bag in a subsequent lesson to find a tripod, wire gauze and a bunsen burner), and attaching bunsen burners to water taps to create an almost invisible jet of water that could go 30 feet.
No masochistic PE teachers, they were a good laugh, but then I was at the sporty end of the spectrum and I'd had two older brothers pass through before me. I do remember the dreaded checks on the state of the grass - if it wasn't dry/wet/boggy we'd play football, if it was "too hard" for football they'd attempt to try and teach us rugby.
At one primary school we only let Y5/Y6 play football in the morning before school (my mum was a teacher there so I got there at least an hour before school most mornings, and I brought the football with me too). But there was one kid in Y1/Y2 who we'd let play because he was so obviously standout better than everyone else in the school - he has a Premier League winners medal to his name.