(after witnessing his garden’s daffodils being destroyed by the other boys) What are you going to do next? Tag up my bedroom?! Piss through my letterbox?!
(to his parents) Brilliant(!) You’ve effectively ended my life. Why not go the whole hog and just shoot me? Or better still, why don’t you take me to the vets and have me secretly put down, just like you did with Patch?!
Teachers don’t start each day by swearing allegiance to the Education Fairies under a portrait of The Queen. It’s not so much a calling as a graveyard for the unlucky and the unambitious. Between you and me, the only reason anyone teaches these days is that they’ve taken a more relaxed stance on police checks in recent years.
But then its mate saw what was going on and I had to scarper from a whole group of them. Managed to get off the gate, but then they stood up on their hind legs and started firing milk at me from their tits!