Right, you there . . . yes you . . . what’s the
#1: Ehh . . . ummm . . . wait, I know this . . . is it . . .
is it . . . is it Rome?
PEACOCK: (LOUDLY) No it is not! Go and sit at the back of
the class with the other pathetic failures.
Okay you – what is eleven
multiplied by twelve?
#2: Oh, not fair, maths isn’t my strong subject . . .
PEACOCK: (LOUDLY) Come on – I need your answer.
#2: Is it one-hundred-and-twenty-one . . . no wait
one-hundred-and-thirty-six . . . am I warm?
PEACOCK: (LOUDLY) Pathetic – quite pathetic. Go and sit at
Right that’s the test finished.
All the teachers at the back please collect your P45’s on the way out. And stop
moaning – how many times have I warned you that I would rid Scotland of all its