My fondest memory is of the third year trip to Germany. We had a real scream especially when 'Sherpa'Gifford and Miss Round stormed into our room and busted us for consuming copious amounts of Martini. Me and Bev Lomas had planned it so carefully so someone must have rumbled us. Never did find out who!
Then Bev fell out with me cos I got so drunk that she had to undress me and put me to bed and Peter Allen grassed me up saying I was pretending. As if!?
We all had to behave after that.
Still managed to smuggle a load of flick-knives back though, stuffed down the sides of the coach seats.
As for school lessons I don't remember much (being a loner/weirdo/freak) but I have strong recollections of Darren Lloyd spending many an hour annoying everyone by continually singing the music from Batfink!
If anybody else remembers the German trip give us a shout.
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24-05-2005, 10:44 AM
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