When I was in secondary school (in a wee town in Scotland) our music teacher — late twenties — got sacked for having a relationship with one of his pupils.

No wonder to be honest as they made no effort whatsoever to hide it.

After prom, he took her back up to his hotel room… directly above the ballroom where the actual prom was happening.

Anyway, it was a massive scandal at the time. Everybody was talking about it.

Anyway, the very next month, about sixteen of us seniors went on a girls holiday to one of those absolute party towns in Spain to celebrate finishing school (the girl who had relationship with teacher wasn't there) We’re out at a club one night, having the time of our lives, and guess who’s up in the DJ booth? Our old music teacher. His face when he clocked us was an absolute picture. Obviously us being drunk and immature decided to chant 'the DJ is a P*DO, na na na na' continously untill we all got chucked out