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OK. I'll Give You My Real One by Kid on 2003-04-27 14:33:30
Its not that funny. But stints of it I look back and laugh, like people do at old hairstyles.
Obviously I was born in Huddersfield, and spent my first few years on the opposite side to the one that we live on now. My parents divorced at an early age, so I don't get any of the bitterness toward either as a result of it - no matter how hard either of them occasionally tries - but I lived with my sister and my mum.
I guess I was one of those really annoying children; I could read functionally and write as well as now by the time I was four, so I was really good in my early school years. So good that I was constantly sent out of class for giving people the answers so we could move on quickly. By the time I moved schools at the age of 7 I was flying; indeed my changing to Mirfield (look at a map, geography fans) where my mum taught was quickened by this fact.
I had some of my happiest times at that junior school. I moved in high-social-circles (in no small part due to the fact that I only really got on with the rich kids) and then when summer came round I regularly got the afternoons off to watch Yorkshire (Cricket) with my head teacher. See, it pays to work hard...Of that time, I have few definite memories. I know there was a time that I found about £9 buried in some dirt (all in 50ps and £1s) and I remember a kid saying "The word of today is 'Bullshit-aaaah'. But nothing of any real importance. Apart from a pink lunchbox, but I don't know whose that is, or was, or anything. It had a white handle, though.
Next school (yes, its easier to divide it by schools, I don't remember much else - all my friends by this point were 8 miles away, so I missed out on a lot of the fun of my youth) was when I crammed in my wild. I was wild for a year at the age of 12, doing one or all of the following
Going wild with some snow spray and writing something (I honestly forget what. It'd be a good story, and I'm not averse to them) on the back registration plate.
Bullying a kid...quite badly. But far more verbally than physically. I couldn't fight anyone. Ever.
Selling pornography in the schoolyard.Interesting, fact fans, Francis Tumblety, of Jack the Ripper suspect fame did the same thing at the same age. Elevated company, eh?
After that, I had an English teacher sort of took me under her wing...I don't know. There was something...it sorted me out anyway. I became me, slowly, after that. I started buying music. Obviously, I was into britpop, lived that through on the side of blur (art school ponces....insert your own joke here), so that by the time I'd got to my last school, where I met Wash (though apparently I'd played football against him - I think I remember that, I remember me scoring and then a kid whose head I (accidentally. And yes it can happen) cracked open stealing it on the goal line) I was, although not the most intelligent kid in the school, sort of upwardly both socially and intellectually mobile.
There's a lot of things I could say about my time there....I won't...but I was always on the right side of the law, apart from the one time I was being told off (don't ask. Disgusting. Not deliberate. No, I don't think of myself as unlucky, just...sometimes bad things happen to good people) I fell unconscious whilst being warned about Hepatitis. But I was generally a good kid. I got on with everyone, but there were very few people I actually liked, and obviously, because I watched football instead of going through rites of passage with everyone, I was always outside the social circles, which meant I could mix with anyone, but also gave me the feeling that maybe I oughtn't to.
That's something that I maintain upto today, even, that occasional feeling that I shouldn't be where I am. I know I could be far better, and far worse, than I am now, but it doesn't take away that doubt...that guilt.
By the time I went into post-16 education I was just the me you know now. Yes, I did more stupid things than I do now, but we all make mistakes as children, and I was a child until I was, like 18...although from the age of 14 I started to consciously take responsibility for my actions (I think that's an important part in people's lives. When you realise you can't run forever) but it wasn't until 18 and beyond that I started to feel comfortable in my own skin. This is me now, clearly, and I don't feel that I have any regrets...anything I would change about myself. I'm happy where I am, I've learned from where I've gone wrong, and I'm all the better for it.
Yes, some people still get the wrong idea about me - I'm known for both straight-talking and flowery language, two things that necessarily can't go hand-in-hand - but if they do, that's their loss, and there's nothing I can do about. I can't hold up the right end of the stick.
So, that's me. I'm not big, well, I'm tall. I'm not clever, though I will soon have a degree. And most importantly, I do like singing 'Axe....axe to grind' in the Who Will Buy? song in Oliver. And that's something I hold dear.
Hope you're sated.
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|Re: OK. I'll Give You My Real One by Ringo* on 2003-04-27 16:30:45 | Reply to this|
Nope im not sated, where is the bit where skiddy, GOAU and my fine self came into your life???