when I was 9...(baring in mind that I'm now
29 and this is still a vivid memory)....it was a lunchtime at school and I'd wolfed down my lunch and accompanying drink as soon as the bell had rang so I could get on with more pressing matters - playing "skilly".
For those that don't come from wigan (that'll be all of ya I presume
) "skilly" involves the nomination of a lamppost as being "home base". The group of kids then split into two groups, one defence, one attack. The object of the game is for as many of the attacking group as possible to touch the homebase without being "ticked" (touched) by the defence.
Now this is a lunchtime, an hour long break, were Skilly really gets strategic. The entire attacking team bomb off in different directions and hide, waiting for the majority of the defence to come looking for them. Then one by one the attackers scurry around from hiding place to hiding place gradually getting closer to the base. I was good at this game...especially the hiding bit (because i was the smallest) so I dove off to my "prime" hiding spot - the side of the school...an area that you weren't supposed to go to as it was pushing the boundaries of the playground.
So I hid. And I watched the base. And I waited. One by one my team mates got picked off. But the couldn't find me. I was loving it. Grinning to myself with glee, I held off for at least half an hour.
Now by this time my lunch had started to digest and I was beginning to want the loo. But I wanted to hide more. So I waited....and waited....and started to clinch my legs together...and waited some more. Eventually I could take it no more....I needed a p*ss....but I couldn't reveal my prime hiding spot...no way...this place has had them all guessing for at least six months. What do I do? I do what anyone else would have done. I nipped a little further down the side of the school, unzipped and leaked against the wall.
With a satisfied grin on my face I zipped back up again and headed back to my hiding spot...only to walk straight into the headmaster. I don't remember what he said, but it was something like "how dare you urinate on the school"..."I didn't sir, I don't know what you're talking about"...."do I look like a fool boy?"..."no sir, but I don't know what you're talking about" (now looking guilty as sin). It was at this point that he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back to my leaking spot...."THIS!" he shouted..."not mine", I pleaded..."Look boy, LOOK!" he shouted pointing over to a facing window....
....my jaw dropped....to my horror, the entire staff room were waving at me, some stifling laughter, others looking cross as hell. "Oh" is about as much as I could muster.
I don't know which was more embarrassing...that single moment of horrible realisation that the entire staffroom had watched me p*ss on the school....or the fact that the next morning at 9am, I had to stand up in front of the entire school in assembly (about 300 kids) and not only confess to my "crime", but then have to pull down my trousers in front of them and receive 20 cane lashes on the arse.
And the say that they should bring back the cane....??...
so there ya go...Gromit's most embarrassing moment....Humiliation...and humorous to many...