don't ask, but i've been googling my old school. found out that the boy's school was in the avengers and the saint a lot due to it's proximity to the elstree studios.

and i found this, which is full of namechecks of people i know. how... exciting.

bull. our gym looks nothing like this.

it's nice to know that we're ranked above yvonne's school and joss whedon's old school.

ha, we've been accused of price-fixing with other schools.

oh shit. there's a photo of the back my second-year (i think) head complete with ultra-shiny hair. and i'm standing outside the tuck shop ON MY OWN. how sad. you can tell it's me, not a cheap mini-knock off, by the fact that i was wearing the watch, which i still wear, on my right wrist. and i actually remember that exact moment i decided to turn around. i'm reluctant, but here it is at the bottom of the page.

<< nostalgia is crap. >>

th since 5th october 2001