Submitted Article 13 : Typical QE Boys Students
This is an extract taken from 'Friends' Reunited written by Stephen Killick, I remember him being a prize a**hole and this just shows that even 7 years after the event people still haven't matured or developed enough to move on. I guess it's not his fault though, I'm sure there are plenty of other people who don't have much going on in their live so live in the past so please don't judge him too harshly. I have edited out the name of the boy concerned for your viewing pleasure.
On another note it's funny that the so called 'hard' people at QE Boys School a few years on are blatantly not.
I finished studying for my BSc Business Information Technology at Brunel University and I am now an IT Manager for an American company called Tyco International. I am really enjoying it, especially the travelling.
I have all the company perks that you would expect from someone in the Fast Lane (vrrroom!). Some would say I live the Good Life (Tony Bennet) . The car, laptop, mobile phone, supermodel girlfriend, a house in the country. I was made for this life.
I thought we could all reminisce together, lost ? well don't be. I am referring to that memoriable day back in February '95 the House Swimming Gala.
The Backcrawl race had just been won by Chris Edwards from Underne. Next up was the Individual medely, now being House Swimming Captain for Staplyton the obvious choice was [censored], yes you remember him fine figure of a boy almost athletic in the making; built for nothing more than a game of tiddlewinks and the apparent need for a goalpost when you didn't have any jumpers handy.
Anyway he was up next and boy was this my chance to get him back for being such a prick!
I pushed him in to the cheer of the crowd, Mr Morne was loving every minute of it along with the rest of the games teachers. The whistle blew and they were off.
Now credit where credits due, he got half way through the second length which happened to be butterfly and he just started to drown, but this time his armbands wern't there to keep him afloat. I remember he looked like a three legged Donkey, kicking and spitting just to keep his head above the water.
Everyone else in the race had finished by now, so the focus of the Whole year was on [censored], chanting exactly that, "[censored]!" "[censored]!". He managed to finish that length off to everyones amazement but by then there was no life left in the poor little c***. As his little hand crasped for the ledge at the end the lap an Addidas Samba came out of nowhere and stamped on it firmly, followed by a enormous yell " Finish the race, Boy !!! " from you've guested it, Mr. Morne. The crowd cheered, [censored] by this point had nostrils like a Grand National winner, spitting and kicking his way to finish that last lap.
Now I can't remember wether he drowned or not in the end, so if anyone can remember please write in. But from that day forward I had no more problems from that pillow biting, arse-bandit, Kanu (Arsenal) look-a-like.
P.S - If [censored] is reading this, then get in contact me old son it would be nice to get your version of events on this.............. so we can make the story even funnier!
Those were the days!
Submission author to remain anonymous.
