Forget coppers looking young. (I’ll even put aside, with difficulty, that our local WPC looks mighty fit.*)
It’s when you get a personal invite to your old school reunion and realise it’s … er… an awful long time since you left. All of the ex masters that tried to teach me are now dead and so are many of my contemporaries. And two personal friends who were two or three years below me.
And I hated the effing place with is petty rules and summary unquestionable “justice” meted out by middle class prefects.
Oh ****! I’d like to see/wander around the building again but the rest I can live without.
I couldn’t think of anything worse than going to a school reunion. Couldn’t stand the place when I was there, so certainly never going to have any desire to reminisce over old times!!!
Wasn’t a private school you went to was it? My mate went to one and was invited to their reunion… which turned out to be a fund raising exercise to build a new gym. They spent all evening playing the ‘good old days’ game so as to try to get him to part up with some coinage.
I went to a reunion 10 years after I left (in a pub not the school) . It was nice to see some people but found out that some who were Wnkers then are still wnkers now…
They are talking about another reunion 35 years on this time…
You didn’t go to my old school did you? lol Sounds very familiar!
Wouldn’t want to go anywhere near my old place…prefects and housemasters who were so far up their own arse they bought all the crap about the school being so wonderful. It wasn’t - it was just a school where mini hitlers got off on telling you what to wear etc. I mean making teenagers sing ffs in assembly. Yeah - great life skills - really helped me later on.
+1 for going in your biking gear - cos you just know all the old w*nkers won’t approve. I would also burb, fart and swear as much as possible - just to annoy them,
If you hated then chances are you’ll hate them now. Suggest you have a child that’s interested in joining and go visit on the open day. They may think a lone man wondering around a school is deeply suspicious but, hey, nothing’s perfect!