I don't know how it started but it began around eleven, it was worse than the Red Nose Day riots of 1997. Mr Herringbone could not have known the horrors he'd unleash, when he declared a non school uniform day for local charities. Now the Deputy Headmaster is with Mr Herringbone, at the window of the staff room shouting through a megaphone. He says, 'Get back to your lessons now!' As the building is attacked. Then from the window of the staff room. He read the mufty riot act. To all the kids dressed in their Adidas, their Reebok and their Nike. And the boy whose Vans were second hand so the others called him pikey. The caretaker appealed for calm the librarian for quiet but nobody knew how to stop the Mufty Day Riots
The food fight in the dinner hall was a 40 minute gunge fest, there was chocolate pudding on the walls, It looked like a dirty protest from the H-Blocks - Mr Durden said - from the1970s. In the midst of all this madness, he was still teaching history. To the Dolce and Gabbana, to the Burberry and to those. In the Marilyn Manson T-shirts and the long black leather coats. There was anarchy and chaos, there was looting there were fires and still no one knew how to stop the Mufty Day Riots
And black and white and straight and gay, would all unite on Mufty Day. And words and deeds are noble but, sometimes you need to smash things up
The riot spread from the dinner hall across the football field, the PE teacher stood there like a one man human shield. He stood there with his outstretched hands, as the goalposts were uprooted. He couldn't understand why anyone could be so stupid. The PTA would later blame designer label envy. And the lack of some religion in the school's assembly. If the kids believed in something more than clothes and mobile phones. Then they wouldn't be on the roof of the art department throwing stones. They were armed and they were dangerous and some of them were drunk. A group of tabloid journalists were telling them to jump. They were just about to build a bonfire and put the teachers on the top. Then as quickly as the riot started suddenly it stopped.
And black and white and straight and gay, would all unite on Mufty Day. And words and deeds are noble but, sometimes you need to smash things up