“So dad told me the quizz starts at 8, but actually it started at 7… There’s me rushing like a tit in a trance, already half an hour late and willing the cab driver to get a wiggle on. I really didn’t care about his wife living in the Seychelles and who just had a baby (with him? Who knows…) just find the accelerator and step on it.”
I leapt out of the cab, buttoned up my coat and began the walk up the winding path to the school main entrance. Even though it was cold and dark, the familiar route, surroundings and even the rustle of the trees brings a warm, homely feeling which was rather comforting. Following the footsteps of my early childhood I can’t help but smile and reminisce at the wonderfully innocent games of tag, hide and seek, what’s the time Mr. Wolf and my obvious favorite - kiss chase. A lot has changed over the years but the chipped paint, faded playground hopscotch and the mixed scents of school dinners with PVA still linger, only I am sure the walk took much longer to the front door…
Then to my surprise and I was greeted at the entrance by Mr. Universe, no honestly he had bigger guns than the Iron Duke. Completely unexpected but was a rather pleasant snap back to the present. After a moment of miming and frantic hand signals he realised that I was in fact not a small low flying aircraft and buzzed me in. After informing me that I had intercepted his route to the little boys room, he raised his mammouth arm and wavered in the general direction of the main hall. I quickly put the thought aside of him attempting to aim in a urinal that was the size of one of his thighs, at the height of his kankles, in his apparent tipsy state (yes, there is alcohol! I now love this even more) and headed down the stairs to find my father and fellow team mates. Then promptly wishing I hadn’t and wanting the world to swallow me up for that moment.
Apparently there was a back door… All 150 eyes turned to me as my heels clipped down the concrete steps. The Al Murry wannabe master of ceremonies made some wonderful joke about my untimely tardiness and out of the corner of my eye there’s good old dad waving like you would send off a ship. Great. Where’s my tiny chair and a pour me a glass of wine.