Timing Is Everything

I rather suspect that I may have left school too early. You see, there are often Tango or Robinsons vans parked up in our bus bay, there to stock up the vending machines and school-dinner drinks cabinets. Today, however, when I showed my face briefly to hand in some textbooks, there was something a little different. Placed with the minimum possible subtlety in the middle of the bus bay, just next to the "Woodkirk High School" sign, was a Carlsberg lorry (along with a small crowd of people wondering whose damn stupid idea it was to park a Carlsberg lorry in front of a school).

And to think the most we ever got at the end of term was a fun-size packet of Starburst.