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One winter in early 80s Britain there was a strike of ancillary staff at the schools. Our teachers were dishing up the food in the canteens and nobody was emptying the bins etc. We used to speak to the men on the picket and warm ourselves round their dustbin fire. They slyly hinted that if the school became REALLY dirty it would have to close on public health grounds.
Word spread and we set about tipping the bins over and so on. Soon the place looked disgusting, litter blowing everywhere. Then we saw one lad come blundering out of the lads’ toilets, retching and howling with laughter at the same time. He kept staring and pointing back from where he came saying “just go and look at it!”
As soon as the door was opened the stench hit you and then you saw it. Right in the centre of the tiled floor was the single most gargantuan log any of us had ever seen. It was a truly incredible contribution, the size of a man's forearm. From all corners of the school lads tore over to marvel at the monster and ponder the identity of its author.
That was true anarchy right there.
It didn't close the school though.
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