Whizz for Atomms: A guide to survival in the 20th century for felow pupils, their doting maters, pompous paters and any other who are interested (Molesworth)
With one mad yell the mob, armed with stumps and bits torn from desks, surge away down the pasage, trampling the masters below foot. A buket of water fall on GRIMES and the time period result in a chain of wizard rags and japes. vehicles arrive, pushed through mom and dad with drawn, white faces.
Nigel Molesworth is dragging St. Custard's into the twentieth century within the corporation of 'felow students, their doting maters, pompous paters and any others who're interested', through the Elizabethans and the Wild West. most significantly, he has a few vital classes in the best way to deal with ladies, what to do with a tee-vee, what a vacation will relatively contain, and the way to outlive the uranium age that's bound to hit any time now. CAVE!
Illustrated by way of Ronald Searle
reduction in his craked voice? There could be without doubt of the emotions of the little scholars. CHEERS! HURRAH! WHIZZ-O! cost! TA-RAN-TA-RA! The little chaps bring up the roof of huge skool, which don't take a lot doing as so much of it really is coming off already. ‘Ah, molesworth,’ bellow GRIMES to molesworth 2, who's dancing a hornpipe on a table, ‘not an excessive amount of pleasure. We hav no longer damaged up but, dere boy.’ ‘Wot, sir?’ ‘Not an excessive amount of excite – ’ ‘Speak up, sir.’ ‘GET DOWN OFF THAT FLIPPING table otherwise you WILL.
Matronne. an identical story.’ ‘SILENCE OR i'm going to KANE THE LOT!’ Methinks his unatural benevolence is waring as skinny as peason’s second-best pare of trousis. The mob is hushed via this thort. ‘Now see here,’ sa GRIMES, ‘see right here, scum. We delivers edducation the following, see? We delivers maners and disscipline, don’t we? Don’t fail to remember them should you will get ’ome. remember to sa “pardon” at a few breach of etikette and tuck the previous serviet into the colar firmly. may still egg be droped upon the tie get rid of.
comparable quietly with the thumb as you ’av obvious me do. Be a credits to St. custards! DISMISS!’ With one mad yell the mob, armed with stumps and bits torn from desks, surge away down the pasage, trampling the masters less than foot. A buket of water fall on GRIMES and the time period lead to a sequence of wizard rags and japes. autos arive, pushed by means of mom and dad with drawn, white faces. The rolls for grabber, a bentley for peason and a cranky outdated grid for fotherington-tomas. For the remaining it's the old-fashioned bus for the.
besides the fact that, of the extra thortful forms may be planing forward for lazy days by way of the ocean e.g. ‘i see that striped beachwear is in style agane this season,’ sa molesworth 2, laing down his girls magazine hem-hem. ‘Do you need to be stylish this season molesworth 1 in informal slashnecked coton with delectable acessories or do you must put on your ushual soiled blue drawers?’ ‘Shutup molesworth 2 i'm t.v.’ ‘t.v. is the curse of recent early life. Wot is on?’ it's a brany chap who hav made a.
NOUGHTS and crosses, swimming pools, loose verse and different trifles of the boy brain. input GILLIBRAND, foaming on the mouth. GILLIBRAND: alright. That’s enuff. We’re out. Down yore potts and pilcher fr. primer. BEAK: (reciting dreamily) She galoped around the barren region hem-hem in his robust tawny arms..… (he supplies a commence) Wot is the that means of this? GILLIBRAND: a stoppage. BEAK: No no, now not that. How ghastley! allow the creation strains of avoir, etre, donner, aimer and recevoir roll on. After all,.