Fuck You, I Won't Do What You Tell Me

Such a big event I forgot to write this for the 4th of December.

When a candle burns that bright, it goes out not long after it's lit. Beginning 5 years ago, but active for just 18 months, it was the site that stormed the snack bar and crossed Checkpoint Charlie.

The GA-Slag was not my idea. Nor was my idea the GA-Slag:

After a few months of thinking what to do, Hempsey (A long time friend) and I came back from a bad day at school and he was complaining. Anyway, I was at my computer doing website designs and Martin said "Why don't we use your site to slag people off?" This was the inspiration I needed.

Martin and I worked on creating a website solely to slag people from the school. We called the site "GA-Slag". I found a web provider and got the first pages up, added some Misc sections for further entertainment, while Martin worked on his first GA-Slag. He came up with a few texts but was too afraid to publish them on the site. So while GA-Slag expanded into "GA-Master" increasing numbers of people were wanting the GA-Slag.

It never happened. Eventually a good friend of mine offered to do the GA-Slag. He worked away at it while my site degenerated into a mass of html code and useless off-topic pages. He eventually finished the first GA-Slag, but built his own site around it. The site was entitled "The GA-Slag".
-Stephen Colville, GA-Master

The original idea would never have crossed the checkpoint. It would have catered to insulting the other side, residing within its clique. The impetus behind the broader idea when I took over GA-Slag was to throw the pen and the sword at the school. The concept was two-fold: the website and writings collectively known as The GA-Slag; and the movement later christened Les Enfants Terribles (en: The Terrible Children).

My own writing ability was behind the former, which served as the front for the latter which was to focus anarchistic tendencies against the school as an authority. It was the movement's aim to kick, scream, and tie up as many Assistant Heads, Deputy Heads, and Head Teachers into dealing with us as possible. Also, being suspended for the day was always fun.

The site had its critics. Yes, it was "the giddy thrill of futile rebellion". Whenever anyone walks into the school and gets their magnifying glass out, they'll see me in the 2004 Year photo with my nicked prefect's badge upside-down. That's called being remembered.

I'll eventually publish Slag 0 and the final edition about a woman's rise to power, featuring show-stopping musical numbers.

The GA-Slag

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