(09 Feb 2015, 10:05 pm)Robert wrote Why Stanley! I have already been abused once today. I can throw 3813 into a river for leaving me and ill need to think of what i can do to you.  

Basically he (Louie) was a friend of mine (we chat occasionally nowadays, blame the apartheid of secondary school!) and our Year 4 teacher was leaving to work closer to her home in Bishop Auckland.

We had an entire afternoon of doing whatever we wanted, the whole of the Krazy Kingdom was ours. We were having a brilliant time, and myself and 2 other friends as well as this boy decided to have a race down that massive bumpy slide.

Myself and the other 2 raced down to the very bottom, but realised he hadn't. We looked up and saw him frozen in horror at the first bump, grabbing onto the sides of his slide. We shouted up and asked him what was wrong, and he started to bubble then cry. In the midst of the tears he just yelled 'I'VE POOED MY PANTS!!!'.....

That was a moment I'll never forget. The other 2 friends ran off to the cannon firing thing on those balconies where you fire the little balls down at people on the ground. I was left to try and help him. I stood at the bottom while he cried at the top of the slide, I felt sick at the thought of what his pants looked like...

I just went to go and get our teacher, who was leaving, and I fondly remember half of our year just standing at the bottom of the slide whilst two Krazy Kingdom employees tried to get him down. One went down the slide next to him with a mask and some spray to clean the area. The other one tried to get him to come down with the promise of a change of clothes.

He disappeared into the toilets and on the coach home all I remember was him wearing some baggy jeans opposed to the grey trousers of our primary school uniform.

....and that's why in my head I call him Pooie Louie! ...