Telling Teenage Fortunes / August 11 2008
No.20
Your French teacher who stinks of Brut will proclaim to the class that he thinks you are ‘about as clever as a box of hair’.
This will have everybody giggling into their copies of Candide for at least five minutes.
You will say this in reply: nothing.
On the Fantastic hi-fi today:
Wait For Me – The Pigeon Detectives
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4 comments on “Telling Teenage Fortunes”
Nelson Galaxy / August 11th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
There is something intrinsically evil about French teachers.
Napoleon Fantastic / August 12th, 2008 at 3:15 pm
Indeed. Teachers in general - the ones I had, anyway.
You know what they say: If you cannot do in life the thing you really want, become a teacher instead.
Graham Boffey / August 12th, 2008 at 8:23 pm
You’re not talking about Bernie Boroughs are you? A man whose hands were so hairy that he used to have them washed and set.
Regards
Graham
Napoleon Fantastic / August 13th, 2008 at 10:25 am
No, I was referring to Toddy. The most Brut French teacher ever.
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