Nebby is an ancient teacher at my Lincolnshire School. He beholds mythical qualitites that, combined with his unusual lack of
self-control, enable us -his pupils- to rip the gonads out of his unascertive and permanantly lenient nature. Nebby, a teacher of Religious Studies (I use the term 'teacher' very loosely), surely must be deserving of an age named after him, and from 2006 onwards, I pronounce it 'Age of the Neb'(must be
better than the Space Age or whatever one we're in now)
Nebby is a teacher who shows no discipline, and in no way at all, practises what he preaches. His favourtite sayings include 'Gordon Bennet', 'Your Going On Call', and despite being a teacher of religon 'Jesus Christ! God help me with these Bastards!!!!'. These lines have become so
legendary, that they have been made part of the innaugeral 'Nebby Song', performed by the equally
legendary Pear Tree Farms.
Nebby is also deserving of his own verb, 'To do a Nebby' or 'to complete a Neb movement' (Normally flailing your arms around in the rough direction of the deputy headmaster's office)To have a 'Nebby shower' means that you sit on the front row of class and get soaked by his
extravagant oral juices while talking, seemingly to no-one, about The Rt. Reverend Desmond Tutu.
In one way or another, Nebby said, God must be greater than the power vested in my
little finger. Being of a religion brings us one step closer to God, and
ultimately one step closer to heaven, hell and terrorism.
I had a Nebby shower
yesterday; It was delicious
