As the father of a 17 month old, the downright sickening story of the teacher and the taste testing furore has steeled my resolve to treat every fucking person of an educational nature in the same way that a father with a teenage daughter would treat a prospective boyfriend. Furthermore I intend to bring to every parent/teacher interview a Crocodile Dundee styled knife that I will lay on the desk before the teacher and stare at them in a kind of Robert Shaw, Jaws styled glare of pure antipathy until they prove to me that they are worthy of calling themselves a teacher.
Otherwise I will have no truck in carving their testicles off with that knife and burying them in a hole in the ground upto their neck, starting the lawn mower and quite happily mow their fucking head off!! Of course I will be doing this wearing nothing but a pair of wellington boots, a terry towelling hat and a pair of Ray Ban's. I will also be whistling the Charley Pride song "Is Anybody Going to San Antone?"
Chemda...you have never sounded more sexy than when you declared that you would kill this teacher with your bare hands (respect to Keith!). I am growing a porn star moustache at the moment - imagine the visual...
