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Post by DunnetHeadMoonraker on Aug 31, 2014 21:15:02 GMT
With deadline day tomorrow I was thinking about the initiation ceremonies that players have to go through when they join a new club.
That got me thinking about initiation ceremonies in general. The only one I had was when I started as an 11 year old at a grammar school in Wiltshire back in the late 50’s. We first form boys were ducked and rolled which consisted of having our heads put under a tap of cold water and being rolled or pushed down a steep grassy bank by the older fifth form boys. And that was it. I suppose that these days it would be regarded as bullying and the teachers making sure that it didn’t happen.
I’d be interested to know what initiation ceremonies you’ve endured or even enjoyed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2014 22:10:40 GMT
With deadline day tomorrow I was thinking about the initiation ceremonies that players have to go through when they join a new club. That got me thinking about initiation ceremonies in general. The only one I had was when I started as an 11 year old at a grammar school in Wiltshire back in the late 50’s. We first form boys were ducked and rolled which consisted of having our heads put under a tap of cold water and being rolled or pushed down a steep grassy bank by the older fifth form boys. And that was it. I suppose that these days it would be regarded as bullying and the teachers making sure that it didn’t happen. I’d be interested to know what initiation ceremonies you’ve endured or even enjoyed. When as new boy at Longton High ....the initiation for us newbies was quite straightforward .....your head was shoved down a toilet on " D " floor and the flush pulled ....lovely  |
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Aug 31, 2014 23:09:46 GMT
What's the initiation ceremony to enter the human race?
I keep falling fowl of it.
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Post by ************** on Sept 1, 2014 5:35:15 GMT
I used to work for a Sales outfit where if you were caught wearing a tie made from anything other than pure silk, the offending polyester item would be chopped off an inch below the knot using a huge pair of shears and sellotaped to the MD's wall as a permanent trophy.
The MD's (very good) point was that people earning as much as we did should be able to afford a full complement of silk ties.
The hapless salesperson would then spend the rest of the day in abject humiliation wearing the somewhat shorter garment. A source of great amusement, particularly for the senior staff.
Obviously keeping a good stock of silk ties can get expensive (for decent ones) and so my pal devised a cunning plan to replenish his tired silk tie stocks.
He would go to a local supermarket where there was an instore dry-cleaners. He'd take all his old silk ties along with a couple of suits for cleaning. Now, the last thing you ever do to a silk tie is dry clean it - it ruins the tie. However some places will still take silk ties and dry clean them.
Upon collection my mate would open the dry cleaning bag and go "up the wall" about his 6 or 7 beautiful silk ties that had been ruined. He had to stand his ground and refused to leave the store until something was done, but he never came away with less than UK120 as compensation. That's a true story.
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Post by pearo on Sept 1, 2014 6:30:32 GMT
I heard a tale of a boarding school where the new boys were forced to masterbate over a digestive biscuit, with the last one to shoot his load then having to eat the afore mentioned biscuit. I'm glad that I went to a comprehensive.
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Post by bathstoke on Sept 1, 2014 6:35:46 GMT
I heard a tale of a boarding school where the new boys were forced to masterbate over a digestive biscuit, with the last one to shoot his load then having to eat the afore mentioned biscuit. I'm glad that I went to a comprehensive. That's where the name limp biscuit comes from... |
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