I was 10 year's old and in year 6 at school. Just back from our summer hol's and the talk was of parties, you know the sort... Plan was... I'd supply class 6SGO with the alcohol and in return I could come along to Abby Kerswell's "party". Wow! These dealing's obviously had to be rather covert so as not to arrouse teachers suspicions and being the mastermind behind the opperation I decided that we sould meet in The "Humanities" computor room as this seemed to be the dimly lit "Black market" of Thomas Estley Community College. All was going well with only the slightest "chink" "chink" from my bag as I strolled down the corridor, sat down at a desk and proceded to look busy at something. Along came *the lager collecters* Steve Tylas and his sidekick Jamie Doy. "Right, Danson-'atcher ah ya got our booze then?". a suitably dodgy looking paper-bag was passed under the table and the contents examined for authenticity or something. They slithered off, after a respectful nod in my direction. Later that day whilst skiving in the library I was again confronted by said duo. After looking around cautiously, Jamie enquired again regarding the next *shipment*. "Errr, hang on a minute" I exclaimed, "I didn't realise this was an ongoing thing, just thought it was for this party" O well, it turned out he would give me a fiver for the next six bottles and this seemed like a good deal being as I'd got them for free, smuggling from the parent's cache. So the next day I implemented stage one of my get rich quick scheme and again the computor room was selected as our point of exchange. This again went really well, untill..... ..... I'd got a dodgy zip on my bag and English teacher Mrs Drake happened to notice the illegal cargo on board. A tap on the shoulder and a "follow me please Mr Danson-Hatcher" preceded a long wait in the staff room and interigation of the "I think your parent's should be informed about this" kind. Sure enough my mum turned up looking very confused at being called to collect me. Not a word was spoken until we got back home. "So, James" she asked "who's this mystery girl I've been hearing about from your headmistress?" "and what have you and her been up to so as I am called out to pick you up?" Now I was PROPER confused. Girl? Indeed WHO was this girl she'd been told about? I thought I'd been sent home cos I had all this lager in my bag. The mystery is now cleared up. After many a year wondering just what on earth that day was all about I was talking to my mum over lunchtime and she happened to mention what the Headmistress had said to her. I was something along the lines of... "Hello Mrs Danson-Hatcher, sorry to tell you this but your son has been caught with Stella again, could you please come and collect him, At once!" Ten years old and caught with Stella! what were we up to? The moral of this story is....Good communication is a good idea. and.. .....If you've read this FAR then you're an absolute STAR. James. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+