In February of this year we all went back to school for Term One filled with pointless optimism and hope. By Friday of Week One Richard was already complaining about teaching 9YJ Music, little knowing what horrors lay ahead in the class of 9AD. JY blithely mocked and ridiculed Richard, and smugly wore a green T-shirt to Athletics Day with a sign on it saying "imagine this is yellow". Richard, finely attuned to the easily angered nature of the Gods, suspected that Athletics Day would not end well for JY. It did not. Tragically cut down performing superhuman feats on the sports field JY broke his collar bone. So noble was his bearing after the accident that those who witnessed the event were moved as a man to cheer him from the field.
While the ambulance was taking our hero to the hospital it took a detour to go and check in on someone else. The paramedic asked JY if he minded and JY told them it was fine, and that they could go ahead and pick up some groceries at the dairy as well if they wanted. The paramedic got a bit snippy after this and kept asking him to rate his pain on the Powley-Prowse Face Pain Scale. JY found this difficult because there wasn't a face with the caption: "It f**king hurts."
JY wrote a series of posts about an Austrian pop star called Falco (see sidebar), and Richard was reduced to petty insults to cover his lack of knowledge about the 1980s Austrian pop scene (exposing an embarrassing gap in the knowedge of a so-called music teacher). JY, forced to take time off school, began to formulate a long, Panadol-addled post about Nijinsky's penis (amongst other things).
While the ambulance was taking our hero to the hospital it took a detour to go and check in on someone else. The paramedic asked JY if he minded and JY told them it was fine, and that they could go ahead and pick up some groceries at the dairy as well if they wanted. The paramedic got a bit snippy after this and kept asking him to rate his pain on the Powley-Prowse Face Pain Scale. JY found this difficult because there wasn't a face with the caption: "It f**king hurts."At the end of the month Richard almost had to be rushed to hospital in an ambulance after listening to Ornette Coleman "play" the violin.
JY wrote a series of posts about an Austrian pop star called Falco (see sidebar), and Richard was reduced to petty insults to cover his lack of knowledge about the 1980s Austrian pop scene (exposing an embarrassing gap in the knowedge of a so-called music teacher). JY, forced to take time off school, began to formulate a long, Panadol-addled post about Nijinsky's penis (amongst other things).
(Photo: Eleanor in February)
3 comments:
I used to think that those green coloured t-shirts were special 'Powley shirts' and, as such, deserved the respect that someone would give to, say, a Batman costume. Just before Christmas, as Shelley led me around the clothing stores looking for shirts that didn't have vertical stripes, I discovered racks of 'Powley shirts' in Farmers'. I wonder if it says "Farmers'" on the door of JY's wardrobe?
You're right about one thing - that Coleman's violin scratching made me want to throw up!
If I remember correctly, one of the faces on the Prowse-Powley Face Pain Scale was missing eyebrows. Or should that have been 'Powley-Prowse'? After all, your pigeonhole is always above mine.
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