Idle musings of a Clock Watcher

We're going home late at night and it's taking years! Just look at the clock! 20:27 - A good year. 20:28 - Oh, there's the Olympics! 20:29 - There go the Olympics. 20:30 - A new decade. 20:31 - The Olympics are coming! 20:32 - Shock horror! Vatican gets the Olympics! 20:33 - Third multiple of 11 since... no, wait a minute... 20:34 - *frantic calculations* 20:35 - ...20:35! And here it is! Some multiple of something since sometime a while ago. 20:36 - Isle of Wight gets the Olympics. 20:37 - Japan makes surprise entry to Eurovision and wins! 20:38 (approx) - DJ on radio moans about spiders. Wimp! 20:39 - It's Olympics time again! 20:40 - Trinidad gets the Olympics. Are we nearly there yet?

Part Three: The saga never ends!

 Meanwhile, in the cricket pavilion, Mr. Mallock was trying to do both of these things at the same time. With the teachers being ousted from everywhere else, he was lucky to have got there before the others. He’d always said his class needed to get more exercise.  Sir, can I? Whack! Ouch! Sir? Sir? Whack! Ouch! Whack! Whack! Ouch! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!  Mallock surveyed the scene with satisfaction. Several boys were nursing their bruises, several more were unconscious, and the survivors were tactfully cowering in the corner. He had always prided himself on his solid palm, and it had undoubtedly done its job. There was another whack, but this time it wasn’t him.  It was a cricket bat, and this time he was the one being whacked.