As a headteacher, there are certain things which fill up your day. They are the following:-
Staff Issues 10%
Picking Litter 18%
Fastening Ties 21%
Getting boys to tuck in their shirts 36%
It goes like this........
"John, for the hundredth time, tuck in your shirt"
"Yes, Sir" (Mumble, mumble, mumble)
"Are you not proud of your school?"
"Yes, Sir" (Huge sigh)
John goes round corner properly dressed and pulls his shirt out.
We got tickets for Joseph and His Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat at the National Cultural Centre and, excited, we entered the theatre. Mary and Meg went ahead as I handed in the tickets. The conversation with the usherette went like this.
Large crowds trying to get in theatre.
"Sir, your shirt!"
"Pardon?" says I
"Sir, your shirt!, Your shirt!"
Everyone looks to see the tail unfold.
"Sir, your shirt has a fishtail. Please go to the washroom and tuck it in"
"Please go to the washroom over there and tuck in your shirt"
Stephen incensed, embarrassed, this can't be happening to me.
"Yes, yes, alright, alright" (Mumble, Mumble Mumble), 'Did you have to do it in front of all these people?'
Tucks in shirt (without going to washroom) and sees at least 4 others with similar shirts (untucked).
Stephen goes round corner, pulls out shirt and enjoys the show.
You see, they have a dress code but it doesn't say anything about shirts.
Well, now I know what it feels like after all these years.