Well this may not be a first, but it’s certainly a rare occurrence to take part in…

Mr Fandango’s Story Starter

The jist of it goes something like this, Mr F gives us a teaser line to start a story with, and since I visited one of the few remaining snuff mills (admittedly falling down and unsafe) today I thought the line was perfect, reminds me of idiotic goings pin in the sixth form, way back… The line is as follows:

You should have seen the look on his face when…

…he looked up from the record sleeve, Rio or Anthrax I think it was, the remnants of a powdered brown line scattered randomly on the sleeve, drops of brown snot soaked power smeared down to his top lip whilst his eyes streamed and reddened.

(At this point I sneezed after doing what he had)

The medicated powder too much for my 17 year old nasal system, I thought and just as I had a large sneeze propelled dark powder around the room, no one was exempt! We all expressed disgust then laughed uncontrollably as he went into a volley of continuous sneezes, tarnished snot flying everywhere like smoke particles under the microscope, Brownian motion, random. Strands of spittle hung down from his mouth as if he’d lost the power to keep his mouth shut and the contents within. 

Coughing and begging for water to ease the agony, well nastiness anyway he leant back on the sofa and wiped his face with his sleeve, staining the striped cuff a never seen before colour. He looked straight at us,

“I’m never doing Snuff again”