Discussion in 'WWII' started by Ticklishchap, Dec 16, 2012.
Yes, schools around that period had many things in common.
I shall have to collect some farts in jars and then recycle them as alternative energy. Thus a pleasurable activity is converted into a public duty.
And boys' schools at that time were very much ruled by farts!
The positive aspect of it was that as an all-male environment there was a dry sense of humour accompanying the discipline and authoritarianism. My form master (in my final year) congratulated me on my farts, for example, as well as giving me a somewhat nominal telling-off.
Sometimes a nominal telling off could be quite amusing.
Yes, especially when both you and the master involved knew it was a charade. ...!
Yes both trying to be serious, contrite and not trying to smirk/smile/laugh (Or even break wind) all at the same time.
'Who stunk up the joint?'
That was more or less the scene when (as I mentioned in another thread recently) I told my House Master that there was no mention of farting in either the School or House rules.
I'm afraid I did. While I am much more civilised now, of course, during my fartulent days at boarding school I used to enjoy the opportunity to stink out the locker room after Rugby matches.
I said in my previous post that I am a lot more civilised now, but in a country pub recently, after a walk with several members of my hiking club, I stood up and quite by accident released the loudest, longest and most noxious fart I have managed to emit since my university days. Fortunately it was an all-male group and so it was met with laughter, but I am sure that it violated the Geneva Convention. As this is really a sartorial site I should mention that for the hike I wore an olive green waxed Barbour jacket, an olive Army Woolly Pully (commando sweater), dark brown corduroy trousers, olive wool Army issue socks, and old leather hiking boots. And - more unusual item here - a Mongolian leather cap bought in Ulan Bator.
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