I loved technical woodwork :D. Our technical teacher in second year of high school was a functioning alcoholic. His name was Mr Brundle and everytime he walked into the class we would all shout "lets get ready to brundle". And everybody was ready to brundle - except this guy. He was ****ed from the night before. His brundling days were over. There was also a rumour about the principal of maths that if you forgot your calculator he would make you sit through the rest of the class in your vest and underwear.