Oh, I was kidding. He was about 55 then, I imagine he might be retired by now.
And yeah, it was pretty diddy too, apparantly some 200 year old skeleton from India. The school was about 115 years old so he was probably some really bizarre colonial booty from way back.
When we used to disect stuff, the first thing everyone did was just chuck it at the ceiling as hard as possible. We did it with such regularity that a) the ceiling looked like an abatoir and b) there was almost scientific usefulness, so thorough was our testing. We knew what body parts were more likely to stick, which to break apart etc. Not entirely useful, but it strikes me as one of those "space-gecko-fucking" type experiments - basically just there to get in the Metro.
Oh, and obviously we played a game called "knob" which I think everyone did? One person quietly says "knob", the next person has to say it louder. As a class, you have to see how far around the room you can get before the teacher finally says something. Sometimes you'd have kids just SCREAMING it as loud as they could. It was a game that encouraged you to do it quickly, because if you waited it'd be even more out of turn. It ended up being quite a beautiful performance, like a choir doing scales.
I remember in one class we used to keep setting fire to the gas taps, too, in the chemistry lab. Why bother with bunsen burners when you can just have a jet on (controllable, sidways) fire right in front of you? Someone's blazer got set on fire and then in a year 8 class with the same teacher some kid accidentally set his arm on fire and a helicopter had to land in our playground and the teacher had to leave...
Nothing to do with teachers but we also used to play what we termed "bin ball" (it involved no ball). We'd run round the corner of the playground around the side of the combined cadet force hut (so many huts) and it had a pretty steeped roof. So what we'd do was get a bin full of crisp packets, coke cans etc and get 3 people to stand just in front of the wall under the roof, all facing away from the building. The person in the middle would grab the bin and chuck it over their head, onto the roof. You'd then have this terrifying rumble as the bin hit the roof and started to roll back down towards the three gladiators below. It was like a mixture of pachinko and russian roulette, and at least one person couldn't play football for the rest of the year due to damaging (mildly) their spine.
Actually, next to the bin ball court was this tiny patch of grass with a hole in it (that we dubbed "the grave") and we used to take turns trying to jump its length (which was pretty hard in itself) whilst everyone pummelled the person with balls - footballs, basketball, cricket balls, whatever. If someone fell in everyone would then pile on top of them.
This was at one of the best state schools in the country, btw.