I may have been averse to that story because ‘Fozzy’ the class spacker in my school used to pick bits of shit out of his arse and flick them in class. You didn’t want to sit anywhere near him.
It was actually a remarkable feat of human endurance/persistence - he used to do it every day, despite having the shit beaten out of him (no pun intended) frequently for doing it near the wrong uber-hard person (despite this being south Warrington, there was a group of fairly hard estate lads who went to our state school).
