Monday, 15 October 2012
The plebs and the plebeian classes, goats and strange food
So Monday back at the school to tell all of our great trip to the subterranean world, Professor Hardwigg is being very smug because he not only found a new world that he has named but he managed to get most of the pupils back to the surface with only a few loses, when the general view was we would all perish and never be seen again. The headmaster seems a little disappointed he said the loss of the school party would have been very useful as it would have removed all the right people from the new academy.
It appears the school trip to the Swiss Alps had a few problems too which started with the posh luxury coach breaking down on the motorway and the pupils all had to push it for two miles. Then the ferry was delayed due to an industrial dispute brought about by Young Tarquin, Octavia, Peaches and Fabien calling the crew plebs and that their families were all from the plebeian classes. The pupils were then told that the first class overnight cabins were double booked and they would have to spend the night in the engine room like the other plebs. Then when they got to the Swiss Alps there was no snow due to global warming so the headmaster decided that a march across the
would be good for morale…. It was not.
We asked if they had met interesting tribes and fascinating creatures like the Yeti, but they only met a rather noisy school party from
Clacton on Sea
and Goats. Well as we all know Goats have an incredible sense of smell and the
wild goats of the Alps could smell the school
mascot (the wild goat of the school roof) on their clothes which resulted in a
large male trying to mate with young Targuin. Which in turn lead to him having
an asthma attack, well no one knew what to do with a large male goat having an
asthma attack, especially when it had young Tarquin pinned down in a
compromising position? Tarquin is also much happier now that the Youtube video
has been removed after complaints from the public and the Goats Lovers Society
of Great Britain.
I think the final straw on the trip was when the rather posh hotel food took a turn for the worse; apparently for some reason shortly after Octavia called the head chef and his staff foreign plebs when they severed up a creature that they said was from a strange subterranean world and was a local delicacy but it did not like Octavia and tried to eat her fingers.
OK that’s it for now I am drumming tonight so need to go and do things of importance like . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . AH DAMN I forgot, but it is important I am sure.