I will enlighten you about tampon horror later. Oh what the hell, now.
In 1980 I was a youngish trainee FE lecturer. About 6 weeks into my course I was required to teach a one hour class to a bunch of horsey gals from Surrey (yes). I was prepared to the hilt and scared as hell. They were bright and ripped through my carefully prepared material at alarming speed. I felt an urge to write on the board, but realised I had forgotten to bring any chalk. I cast around the room surreptitiously and spied a piece of chalk under a radiator. I picked it up and went to write on the board.
Nothing happened.
I examined it. It was a Lil-let, still in its wrapping.
They said (15 of them, all early 20's), "What's wrong sir?"
I said the chalk was "broken"
and fled the room in search of more.
I still get sweaty just thinking about it.
Must go. Miss Netball Kit 2007 is popping in for a "chat"
