Post by dreamy on Jan 30, 2006 2:07:50 GMT 10
Teacher: “Good morning children, today is Thursday, so we’re going to have a general knowledge quiz. The pupil who gets the answer right can have Friday and Monday off and not come back to school until Tuesday.”
Wee Jocky (a typical Glasgow nyaff) thinks, “Ya dancer! Ah’m puredead brilliant at ma general knowledge stuff. This is gonny be a dawdle, come oan the noo ya radge, a lang weekend fir me.”
Teacher: “Right class, who can tell me who said, ‘Don’t ask what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country?’
Wee Jocky shoots up his hand, waving furiously in the air.
Teacher looking round picks Jeremy at the front. “Yes Jeremy?”
Jeremy (in a very English accent): “Yes miss, the answer is J F Kennedy, inauguration speech 1960.”
Teacher: “Very good Jeremy. You may stay off Friday and Monday and we will see you back in class on Tuesday.”
The next Thursday comes round and wee Jocky is even more determined.
Teacher: “Who said, ‘We will fight them on the beaches, we will fight them in the air, we will fight them at sea. But we will never surrender’?”
Wee Jocky’s hand shoots up, arm stiff as a board, shouting “I know. I know. Me Miss, me Miss.”
Teacher looking round and picks Timothy, sitting at the front: “Yes Timothy?”
Timothy (in a very, very posh English accent): “Yes Miss. The answer is Winston Churchill, 1941 Battle of Britain speech.”
Teacher: “Very good Timothy, you may stay off Friday and Monday and come back to class on Tuesday.”
The following Thursday comes round and wee Jocky is hyper. He’s been studying encyclopaedias all week and he’s ready for anything that comes. He’s coiled in his wee chair, slavers dripping in anticipation.
Teacher: “Who said ‘ One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind?”
Wee Jocky’s arm shoots straight in the air, he’s standing on his seat, jumping up and down screaming, “Me Miss. Me Miss. I know. I know. Me Miss. Me Miss. Meeeee.”
Teacher looking round picks Rupert, sitting at the front. “Yes Rupert?”
Rupert (in a frightfully, frightfully, ever so plumy English accent): “Yes Miss, that was Neil Armstrong, 1969, the first moon landing.”
Teacher: “Very good Rupert. You may stay off Friday and Monday and come back into class on Tuesday.”
Wee Jocky loses the plot altogether, tips his desk over and throws his wee chair at the wall. He starts screaming, “Where the f**k did all these English b*st*rds come from?”
Teacher looking round the class: “Who said that?”
Wee Jocky, grabs his coat and bag and heads for the door,
“Bonnie Prince Charlie, Culloden, 1746. See yez on Tuesday!”
Wee Jocky (a typical Glasgow nyaff) thinks, “Ya dancer! Ah’m puredead brilliant at ma general knowledge stuff. This is gonny be a dawdle, come oan the noo ya radge, a lang weekend fir me.”
Teacher: “Right class, who can tell me who said, ‘Don’t ask what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country?’
Wee Jocky shoots up his hand, waving furiously in the air.
Teacher looking round picks Jeremy at the front. “Yes Jeremy?”
Jeremy (in a very English accent): “Yes miss, the answer is J F Kennedy, inauguration speech 1960.”
Teacher: “Very good Jeremy. You may stay off Friday and Monday and we will see you back in class on Tuesday.”
The next Thursday comes round and wee Jocky is even more determined.
Teacher: “Who said, ‘We will fight them on the beaches, we will fight them in the air, we will fight them at sea. But we will never surrender’?”
Wee Jocky’s hand shoots up, arm stiff as a board, shouting “I know. I know. Me Miss, me Miss.”
Teacher looking round and picks Timothy, sitting at the front: “Yes Timothy?”
Timothy (in a very, very posh English accent): “Yes Miss. The answer is Winston Churchill, 1941 Battle of Britain speech.”
Teacher: “Very good Timothy, you may stay off Friday and Monday and come back to class on Tuesday.”
The following Thursday comes round and wee Jocky is hyper. He’s been studying encyclopaedias all week and he’s ready for anything that comes. He’s coiled in his wee chair, slavers dripping in anticipation.
Teacher: “Who said ‘ One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind?”
Wee Jocky’s arm shoots straight in the air, he’s standing on his seat, jumping up and down screaming, “Me Miss. Me Miss. I know. I know. Me Miss. Me Miss. Meeeee.”
Teacher looking round picks Rupert, sitting at the front. “Yes Rupert?”
Rupert (in a frightfully, frightfully, ever so plumy English accent): “Yes Miss, that was Neil Armstrong, 1969, the first moon landing.”
Teacher: “Very good Rupert. You may stay off Friday and Monday and come back into class on Tuesday.”
Wee Jocky loses the plot altogether, tips his desk over and throws his wee chair at the wall. He starts screaming, “Where the f**k did all these English b*st*rds come from?”
Teacher looking round the class: “Who said that?”
Wee Jocky, grabs his coat and bag and heads for the door,
“Bonnie Prince Charlie, Culloden, 1746. See yez on Tuesday!”
