Yesterday was Aprils Fools Day, so I thought I’d tell you about my most memorable one which was when I was a boy at boarding school in Cambridge.
We weren’t usually at school for Aprils Fools Day but this particular year the Easter break and Aprils Fools Day fell together, so age 17, I had my first opportunity to be naughty in term time.
Breakfast time was 7.45am.
The first bell rang at 7am to wake up the 500 boys from all the houses and then rang every 15 minutes after that until everyone was up.
Obviously, being lads, we all tried to stay in bed for as long as possible and then it was a mad dash in the last ten minutes for all 500 boys to race to the dining hall.
It was a bit of an obstacle course with lots of pushing and shoving.
We thought we would move the teachers cars to the entrance of the dining room to hinder the usual mad dash for breakfast.
So that night we moved what we could, including the headmaster’s pride and joy – his Humber Hawk.
The next morning I looked out of the window and it was the funniest thing I’d ever seen – for about five minutes, until reality hit.
The pressure and force from everyone climbing on it at the same time bent his roof inwards.
The damage was far worse than I had ever imagined.
Five other master’s vehicles were also really badly damaged.
The headmaster of course was livid.
Of course no one dared own up as he was so furious.
As luck would have it, we weren’t the only naughty boys who had planned a trick.
One of the other houses sounded a fire alarm at 4am so everyone was up and was counted.
The headmaster put two and two together and got five by simply presuming that the lads who had sounded the fire alarm had also moved the cars in the night.
He punished them by keeping them all back in school for an extra day after everyone else had broken up.
I never owned up at the time, so I thought I’d come clean today.