It began with playground-style mocking of the one lad who was fully engaged with the work.
I remember one lad, of scarcely twenty years of age, who mumbled replies to a few questions, then remained silent, in the position of a man warding off a fatal blow, with lifted arms, extended palms, the neck drawn between the shoulders, the head held sideways, the body bent and drawn backwards.
It made a star of one Year 11 lad, Musharaf "Mushy" Asghar, whose debilitating stutter threatened his entire future.
We're talking about none other than the lads of One Direction and the gals of the Fierce Five.
Its good to know that even in the midst of their globe-trotting, teenage heart palpitations-inducing "Take Me Home" tour, the lads of One Direction haven't lost their adolescent sense of humor.
The last one is the best moment in this episode: Mr Sloane and his mates from the pub have been arsing around after a session, and the poor lad – son of one of them – ends up as the dartboard.
In Britain, Nigel Farage, the beer-drinking, one-of-the-lads leader of UKIP, has tangled frequently with rambunctious figures in his own party, most recently last week, when one of them, Godfrey Bloom, was suspended after referring to women as "sluts" and using a copy of the party's political program to beat a television reporter over the head, on camera.
I went to his flat in Brighton when he was getting old and ill and cross, and one of these lads was lying on the sofa.
We did some stuff on sport science, we've got five or six sport scientists at Man United; one of the lads said they haven't got one and have only got 12 full-time staff.
