bevevans22
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A story for mug (and others)When I told mug this story earlier she very nearly wet herself laughing, so here goes...
When I was at school the DH was a lady of (I thought) about 80 (she was probably about 60) called Miss Hannah Hughes (they were always 'miss' in those days. She did not teach. She wandered the corridors in her black gown 'observing' (a bit like a diminutive Demon Headmaster). Her main job was to make announcements over the school tannoy system. She had a really posh high pitched voice and here messages were always preceded by the pips - 3 high pitched booping noises - so you knew it was an announcement coming through.
She regularly would use the tannoy to summon naughty children to her (or the HT's) office. One day I was in English (I was about 14) when the pips came over the tannoy. Out English teacher (nicknamed 'Benny' after her 60 a day habit) was in her storage cupboard having a ciggie with the window open.
After the pips Miss Hughes would repeat the message, in her very distinctive voice, 3 or 4 times. On this particular day the message went as follows...
Boop...boop...boop... Will Mike Hunt please come to my office...Will Mike Hunt please come to my office...I repeat, will Mike Hunt please come to my office...End of message...boop...boop...boop.
In class we were in fits of laughter. We even knew the boy in question (which made it even funnier). But the best bit was when we realised that Benny had laughed so hard she had spit her ciggie out of the window and it had landed on a first year student below who was screaming that his blazer was on fire!!!
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mug!
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 still laughing at this!
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whoa there pickle
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lol Bev!
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bevevans22
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Has mug stopped rolling around the floor yet? 
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whoa there pickle
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It still tickles her.
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choccat
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Love it
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magpie nic
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Brilliant
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Sniggle
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queenlit
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cherryblossom
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ha ha !!!! my secondary school geography teacher had that unfortunate name!!
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shinygoldenlady
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greyengine
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Priceless story!
Your description of the DH reminded me of a Sunday School teacher I had as a child. I remember as being extremely old and quite whiskery - in my minds eye she looks about 90. However, on a recent trip to see my parents, I went to church with them and happened to see her grave. She died at the age of 62, and this was quite some time after she'd taught me in Sunday school!
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