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Let there be love Part 2

25 Feb

Another part to the Let there be love series – Again, spelling mistakes and all in its former glory:

*Please note this file contains only fictional events and characters. Any relevance to a living/or dead person and any situation they may have/or will be involved in is purely coincidental*

This is what day dreaming does to you…… (Part 2)

Previously…… Mrs Bonar had a change of heart and became a rock star along with Mr Shipley, and Mr Lloyd. Together they formed “The Teachers” and started a revolution.

It had been a long day and Mr Hufford was just off to take his post 16 maths class.

“Why does it always rain on me” he thought while humming the Eastenders theme tune. It was not often he felt this happy, it most of been that nice Jehova’s witness lady he had invited in for a cup of tea last night.

****** Over in the science block *****

“Is It because I lied when I was 17…?” Wondered Mr Bellamy, as he wandered around school aimlessly hoping against all to catch a pupil roaming the corridors he heard a faint wisper from near reception…..Dum dum dum dum dum , dum dum, it went.

Picking up his pace he neared the source of disturbance and jumped around the corner.

“Aha” he shouted “Caught you out of class…” He drifted off with the realisation

“Mr Bellamy how may I help you at this late hour of the day?” He didn’t seem to pleased anymore.

“I er…well you see…it’s a bit like this you see….well..I…er”

“Spit it out man, we all have places to be”

“I heard a sort of humming sir and thought it might be a student out of class”

“No you fool it was me.” he definetly wern’t happy now. “Gosh can’t a tyrant get some peace round here”

He stormed of humming

“Somewhere over the rainbow”

“Way up high”

“Who said that”

“Who said that”

As our characters argued over who started it and who broke the toy train set they suddenly realised a horrible fact.

“Lets do it” they both agreed. Over in the canteen something strange was going on,

food was on the boil and one of the Dinner Ladies was dragging in another carcass to call the healthy option.

“what it came out the ground right”

As the steam rose all around them they felt perculiar….is it just me or can you see where this story is going.

Anyway as I was saying….

Steam rose around the Dinner ladies and without warning they burst into song “Why does it always rain on me?, even when the sun is shining, I can’t avoid the lightning”

*cue stage effects* and….In slid Mr Hufford on his knees closely followed by Mr Bellamy

“Night fever, Night fever” they screamed, while frantically trying to pull their disco skates on. Lights started flickering everywhere and on top of the table Mr Bellamy had found a turn table.

“Wicked!” he shouted as he began to scratch away

“we know how to do it” Chourused the Dinner Ladies as they stepped into line behind Mr Hufford.

“I’d like to dedicate this next song to Alex Towler who’s seen me throught all the hard times of my life, the only one that ever supported me, My manager.”

The Dinner Ladies feet began to tap. Slowly they turned their backs and with a flick of a wrist they changed..Mr Hufford had replaced his skates for a pair of converses, and his everyday shirt was now a brightly coloured mish-mash of crap, don’t even go into the parachute pants.

Chicka Chicka went Mr Bellamy’s turn table as he began to spin his tunes, cupping his hand over his mouth the beat was started.

“Yo” Shouted Hufford with sudden enfusiasmn, Windows shattered,

“Can’t touch this” He began,

Der der der dum went Mr Bellamy as the Dinner Ladies began to dance grabbing a chair each they moved into their favourite position, the beat went on and Hufford was in full stride rapping away like there’s no tommorow.

“A suped up homeboy from the Oaktown, and I’m known as such”

Hip-Hop had found its way into Huffords heart and nothing was getting it out of him. Not even the Jehova’s witness lady.

The school found it was now down 4 teachers and 1 headmaster. Something had to be done to stop this madness. Music was invading…………

Alex Towler

http://www.towler.tk

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Let there be love Part 1

12 Feb

This is a posting from the Towler.Tk archives. A silly fun set of stories that managed at some point to lose most direction and humour. Still, you live and learn. They still make me laugh – especially the irrelevance of the title. Enjoy – Spelling,Grammar mistakes and all 😀

*Please note this file contains only fictional events and characters. Any relevance to a living/or dead person and any situation they may have/or will be involved in is purely coincidental*

This is what day dreaming does to you……

The assembly hall was packed, crammed full with 2,000 pupils and not an inch between them.
“Mrs Bonar will take the assembly today, please stand quietly” Miss Gordon stepped away from the podium to the sound of scraping chairs.
The woman strolled into the hall; she looked like a judge with red instead of black and her tailcoat streaming out behind her.
“Please sit” Chairs scraping.
“As I strutted around school yesterday I was disgusted by what I saw.” a metal glint could be seen rising from the podium. She banged the podium with the flat of her hands, Bang, Bang….. The metal object rose higher and a clap could be heard in the distance.
Smoke began to stream in around her feet and she banged again.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
The lights in the hall dimmed.
The object rose into her hand.
And then it all happened.
Simultaneously multi-coloured lights began to swivel around the hall and a spot light spun round to focus on Mrs Bonar.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
Bending low she grabbed the hems of her robe and pulled.
Velcro straps could be heard ripping open.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
As the cloak ripped open, red, gold and pink could be seen, then the cloak was gone revealing a Lycra cat suit. It looked like something out of an 80’s rock video all covered in glitter and sequins.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
“Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise, playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day” She burst into song.
“You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, kickin’ your can all over the place” Pupils rose throughout the hall and took up the beat.
“Singin'”
Everyone was standing now and the hall echoed with….
“WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU”

Microphone in hand she launched into the second verse and threw herself onto the stage.
That was it Mr Shipley had, had enough. He hitched up his trouser, pulled his white socks way over his ankles and broke into a run. Grabbing the guitar that was conveniently in his path, jumped high into the air and launched into a face melting solo, Strumming along besides Mrs Bonar.
“This is what I was born for” He thought “No more teaching for me.”

As the curtain rose Mr Lloyd could be seen descending from the gangplanks. Smile on his face and drumsticks in his hand he started to drum, his hair billowing out behind him.
Bang, Bang, Clap.

The pupils were entranced, nothing like this had ever happened before.
Bang, Bang, Clap.
Shirts were being ripped off and slogans such as “Rock-on” and “e=mc2” could be seen printed across t-shirts throughout the hall.
The music died away and as “The Teachers” left the stage a strange sound could be heard……drifting deep down the corridors and through the French block. Burying deep into the walls and hitchin’ a ride into the history books.

“Encore, Encore”

Alex Towler

http://www.towler.tk

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