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Post by redbrain on Dec 21, 2007 15:33:48 GMT
I used to delight in using a Bic in school when the teachers demanded we use a fountain pen. I'm not sure whether Bics existed when I was at school. We were provided with scratchy school dip pens. I was once ink monitor - which meant going round the classrooms with a huge bottle of ink, filling ink wells. (A teacher used to mix up the ink from a rusty-coloured powder.) Ink monitor was the only position of responsibility I ever had at school. It was a position assigned to a staid but scruffy kid. The ink monitor had to be staid because of the mayhem which could have been created with the huge bottle of ink. And scruffy because it was an inky job. The ink (although blue on paper) dried to a rusty colour on my clothes (like colour of the ink powder). I was wearing a discarded Italian pin stripe jacket of my brother's to school at the time. The ink turned it into an extremely disreputable garment. |
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