"There is too much cheese in the world!"
The message I typed in Mr Shackleton’s (Chemistry teacher) calculator, under one of the aplets. I had some strange random obssession with cheese this afternoon, and I felt it deserved tribute. I explained to Tom Farrell (Fazza) exactly why there was too much cheese in the world, and how Wallace and Grommit were madly in love with me, but he would not listen. Instead, Fazza gave me one suggestion.
"I think you should run into a cheese factory, and blow yourself to hell."
A noble idea. Just think, if I take some nachos with me…