Imagine a busy school playground if you will. It is pissing with rain in the North West of England, just a normal day. Mrs. Last Minute (this is me) has turned her five year old out of the car seconds before we are classed as late and the young ones play in the playground just before Mrs. Perfect Teacher lets them into the school. The parents stand talking waiting for the door to open meaning they can escape and Ms. Label Checker is waiting with her jumper -less of offspring who is pointing his finger at individual children. Upon extension of the finger, Ms. Label Checker pounce s at one of the young prey picking the littlest off first. Within a second she has applied the glasses and is peeling back the neck of the jumper that the young prey is still wearing.
Ahmed squirms weakly under vice like grip of her Salomon as she casts him aside screeching "no not you". Ahmed is followed by Meghan, Reece and Saeed who are similarly cast aside.
The playground is quiet and the young ones wimper and hide behind their parents. In a label checking frenzy Ms. Label Checker reaches for a child named Hannah when one dad valiantly steps in and shouts "not my kid". This send a Spartacus style ripple through the parents who start defendiong the young ones saying " not my child" . Ms. Label Checker is stopped in her tracks, she has no one target and is becoming the prey. Realising the her time is numbered she screeches at the parents to check the labels of their jumpers because Chris has lost the six jumpers she bought at the start of term. Sara's s mum tells Ms. Label Checker that she can't just go around pulling at the kids jumpers and is she bloody nuts?
Ms. Label Checker admits defeat saying that she is sick of other kids stealing Chris's jumpers. Ahmeds auntie Charles around in her bag a produce s s spare jumper saying Chris can have it. Ms. Label Checker has some brass neck, snatches it off Ahmeds mum and rams it on Chris's head stating that is was probably Chris's anyway. Ahmed gracious mum shows M s. Label Checker a name " Ahmed Arif"it read. To which Ms. Label Checker stated " well you can all just fuck off ". And that my friends is the beginning of a story.