I did something pretty similar . I just cancelled , waited for it to go through , and bought the item again . <| sep |> Mr Kennedy , Forest lodge , Romford , mideighties . Perpetually miserable , stank of B . O , a bit pervy , when he was not teaching C . D . Tcraft , design , technology thingy he always seemed to be the teacher hosting the remedial class for the arsehole pupils , usually me and a few regulars . He treated us like dirt , we called him Kenneth , he hated it . My friend Scott had enough and hit him with a heavy book but the cantankerous old fucker took it like a champ and just sat there . Thinking back on it now as a sensible adult i should have recognised the look he gave at that moment , it was a just fucking kill me look . He went skiing a few weeks later and broke both of his arms , on his return we greeted him by singing the ski sunday theme tune at full volume to welcome him back . We hated him , the feeling was very much mutual .