Craig Charles - George McGee
I knew a kid at school by the name of George Mc Gee. He was always passing wind and blaming it on me. He’d hit me in the classroom and especially in PE. Like he’s waiting for me to get the ball when playing in the gym. And then push me over or kick me in the shin.
He was the sort of kid who cheats at conkers. It wasn’t totally his fault,that his family were bonkers. His Dad did his homework once, he made me a jealous sight. That was until he got his back and found it wasn’t right. But he was that sort of kid, the sort who washes hamsters in Vim.
The teachers took him away and did some tests on him. I hadn’t seen him from that day to this, until despite my pleading. The little sneak, on Tuesday week, he pulled me up for speeding.