Aaah B.S. Poor lad, thick as a plank. I remember one day a group of us managed to get hold of a load of staple guns. One wednesday we had art just before lunch and the teacher buggered off leaving us all alone in the room.

We stapled B.S. to one of the table tops in the art room with a couple of hundered staples at least. The table tops were nothing more than pieces of wood three foot by six and then we carried him to the playground and onto the redgra by smokers corner and left him there.

We must have been in the third or fourth year and the poor sod stayed out there until going home time when bruv was doing his rounds and found him. Sorry B.S.
(Robin Lambert 71-78)

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