School Daze

I am finding it hard to walk today, I certainly cannot get my wellingtons on over my bruised toe which now has taken on the colour of chapped liver! so I have walked the dogs around the Marian in crocs and have limped my way around the pigs enclosure with a bucket, like Quasimodo.
I also delivered some eggs to a cottage on London Road rather early and bumped into all of the village school children waiting patiently for their bus to arrive to take them down to Prestatyn High.a few miles away.
The kids all looked trendy and relaxed in their "lounge suit" uniforms and not one of them had the "look" of a miserable geek with no mates....... someone that didn't fit in with their peers.
I was such a kid.... for I really hated my school days.
Where as many of the more popular lads larked around with their mullets and kipper ties, I was walking home alone, with my blazer all buttoned up to the neck, my school bag slung tightly around my shoulders.
I had friends, I am not pretending that I didn't, but they were friends typical of teenage boys, for they were transient and fickle........and not loyal and needy, as the friends of a pubescent gay schoolboy probably needed..
And so like so many 70s lonely boys , I lived a life of fantasy and daydreams.


I wrote my own screenplay for a modern day Welsh Disaster movie.
I collected  stills from my favourite films which I ordered week by week from the British Film Institute library
I wrote long fan letters to various celebrities ( I obtained their addresses through extensive research through the Prestatyn library's whose who) 
and was cock-a-hoop when Olivia de Havilland sent me a signed poleroid of herself outside her Paris home! (not quite a typical high point in a normal 15 year old's existence)


Hummm on reflection
I haven't changed very much
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*the photo has nothing to do with this post, but I kind of liked it