The reason, I think perhaps maybe, was because he escorted me out of the common room when I was happily chatting with Catherine Derbyshire....
"Come this way, Andrew," he said.
We went through parts of the school only teachers knew. He didn't say another word. Eventually he led me out onto the car park, where CID were waiting in a dark car. I got in the back seat, super compliant. No cuffs.
They whizzed me up the Rainhill back roads straight to the LOONY BIN.
I am being forgetful here though, and muddled up. I used to attend college in am ambulance, you see, and one time Mr Bulman drove me back in his own car. I get confused....still medicated, occasionally, when I am lucky enough, wink-wink, still having night terrors/nocturnal buzzes....only booze helps....and a tightly-knit bunch of back-in-the-day facebook friends whom I hope to strike an honest cord with...
"Never let the facts get in the way of a good yarn" (Chopper Reid).
Is it fiction? Is it auto-fiction?
One thing I do know for certain, besides being foolish enough to be led astray by several crude designs of the modern world, is the fact that I did indeed, yes sir I doth admit it, crept in to his office and thefted his packed-lunch sandwiches (probably packed-lunched by Mrs Bulman), from his shiny black briefcase. Sometime after he either
a) led me out into the waiting arms of CID, or
b) gave me a lift back to the madhouse
The funny thing is, because I was what they call "easily-led", it was not my idea.
Do you think I had the balls to trespass in Bulldog's office alone? No way! That guy was as strict as the perfect lines of his beard! I was just made up to be in college again after my teenage life was uprooted and relocated in a barmy ward for 6 months. Never would I duh-ream of such a naughty act.
I forget who suggested it. They crept in with me. In fact, they did a recce first.
It's bonkers how you remember random vague things from yesteryear...but I can genuinely not recall who it was who got me in there. I just know who it wasn't. By process of elimination, if I was a gambling man, I would have to say Kevin Nicholls.
He's another story though, aw facking hell....don't go there
HE wiped a crow on the fittest girl in the SCHOOL's arm
SHE was 2 years above us and called Amanda someone, friend of Sarah Lowe.... Amanda....it will come to me, can't think at the moment, concentrating on my last BECKS, but I put a friend request in and she no not reply....
WRITTEN IN 21 MINUTES DEAD by DONNY (aka CLARENCE)