MikeMA
pfm Member
You were clearly in with a bunch of intellectuals. We just hid in an adjacent field smoking and practicing on our mouth organs, trying to sound like Bob Dylan.It's one risk I've managed to avoid completely from the age of 13 or so, which is when I decided that cross-country running was not really my thing. Several of us would run out of sight of the games field, hide behind a bush, and then re-join the poor sods who'd run the five miles or so. Then we got a new, younger, keener games master who decided to run the course as well, so we cut games completely and went round to Sean's house for a cup of tea and a read of the Daily Mirror and the Birkenhead News.
God how I hated, and still hate, all that running and football crap. And I've never understood cricket and I'm 72.