Thursday 14 July 1994

'Hand me my brat-blaster,Lieutenant Rubenach,' Susan said as she stormed in after recess. Apparently Duk San had decided it was time to rescue tennis balls et al from the gutters around the main building. So up on the roof he went.

And discovered that the gutters were blocked with slime-leaves-moss-algae-

etc--good ammo with which to bomb the kids below.

Who happened to be dressed in their finery to attend the Lord Mayor's annual morning tea for representatives of the students of Hobart.


Duk San went pale and sat in his seat and worked without looking up for the rest of the day. 'No, I don't want any lunch today, Ms Rubenach...thank you.'