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Are they a genuine thing? I don't know anyone who has had one. I haven't had one. Do they happen or what?
only went because the person who arranged it had put lots of effort into it and are one of the few people i kept in touch with after school.
really enjoyed it in the end though. danced with a girl i had a massive crush on at school to weezer. and drank a lot.
I've not hit the 'massive success with gloating rights' stage, I'm still lingering in the 'one of the protagonists from Bottle Rocket' zone sans the crime
HIGH FLYING EXECUTIVE MAN: I'm such a massive success with a happy life hahahaha
HIGH FLYING ENTREPANNER WOMAN: Yes I'm so glad I pegged onto the fact that the mid-thirties demographic need a specific type of laundry peg to fit their unique needs and responsibilities
HIGH FLYING SOCIAL MEDIA PROFESSIONAL: Yah I know right; who'd've thought liking sports and listening to the Kooks could result in us becoming such unmitigated success stories within the cruel heartless world of contemporary capitalism
(enter M-B, wearing a Belle & Sebastian T-shirt with a hole in one of the armpits and having neglected to put on trousers)
M-B: Hi guys
HIGH FLYING EXECUTIVE MAN: Oh hi there, you still look a bit like bad bread
HIGH FLYING ENTREPANNER WOMAN: I still find you foolhardy
M-B: Oh yeah, well... you all brag about how happy you are... but it's all just MONEY, man. Ask yourself this, do all your POSSESSIONS and your GOLDS make you HAPPY?
HIGH FLYING SOCIAL MEDIA PROFESSIONAL: Yes and on a regular basis. DEVICES BE CENTRAL
M-B: Oh well, either way, you're all just capitalism shills, maaaaan
HIGH FLYING ENTREPANNER WOMAN: Oh yeah, well if you're such a flash credible dude, then what are YOOOU doing with your life?
M-B: I make posts on a forum called Drowned in Sound about two foolhardly losers called Roscoe and Marlon, sometimes they get into metaphysical adventures and sometimes they just satirise contemporary issues of the day and hardly anybody likes them
(the sound of crickets)
THE KID FROM THE YEAR BELOW ME WHO LOOKED LIKE THE DRUMMER FROM BLOC PARTY: But it is the daytime
HIGH FLYING EXECUTIVE MAN: M-B, things seem to have turned around
M-B: Yes somebody who works for the BBC saw my posts on Drowned in Sound and thought I was some kind of savant genius
HIGH FLYING EXECUTIVE MAN: Wow, that's great
M-B: Well not quite. I almost had a full series but they caught me stealing the lead lining off the roof and sacked me and gave the slot to a new reality show that's a rip of a successful ITV show that was a rip off of a critical and commercial disaster of a BBC reality format from five years earlier
HIGH FLYING EXECUTIVE MAN: How come you have the flash suit
M-B: I had more free time to steal lead from their roof after they sacked me. Like I could get it all done in the morning and have an afternoon free to sell small bags of Dip Dab to naive freshers
let alone with a bunch of girls i kinda knew ten years ago
probably happens every weekend at the local wetherspoons
i'd probably go to one if
a) someone else organised it
b) the entire thing including travel costs didn't cost more than £50
c) i didn't have to use any holiday allowance
d) it didn't clash with anything else i was remotely interested in
reasons i wouldn't bother:
1. a reason for going it is to find out what people are now up to and i can do that on facebook
2. the vast majority of people i liked i'm still in touch with (even if just through facebook)
3. the people i didn't like at school are unlikely to have changed from being dickheads
I didn't go. I couldn't, because I had A Thing to go to the next day, but I wouldn't have gone anyway. No good could come of it.
...as I'm almost always returning some videotapes
Is 6 years long enough to make something smug-worthy of yourself? Considering that 2 of those years will be spent at uni?
there would have been a time when you have not seen all your old schoolchums at all for years, now I have seen most of them slowly aging on Facebook either as friends or friends of friends. So it would be less of a surprise seeing the school hotty as a mother of three with a weird fugly husband, or finding out the snooty only-listen-to-R&B girl gang who used to call everyone "moshers" now all pretend they love Nirvana and have boyfriends with hipster beards.
as i do all my snooping on scum from my school via facebook now
It was awful. Not to mention odd as I went to an all girl school School in South Africa, and we had it in a bar in Wimbledon. So all in all a bunch of awful South african girls in one of the most South African areas of London. I left that country for a reason.
do people immediately go back to their own cliques? Do people revert back to their childhood ways of nob jokes and sticking notes on people's backs (idk)...
I was part of a big intake, about 180 pupils, and because of the way classes were split it was impossible for me to have a lesson with 90 of them. So there's at least half of my year, and in reality even more than that, that I cannot have a 'reunion' with - I didn't know them in the first place.
I couldn't remember a load of those I did meet within a year or two of leaving, when I studied near enough to the old school and moved in the right circles to occasionally bump into them.
If I walked into a hall full of people I went to school with, I probably wouldn't be able to identify who my 'clique' were.
at University I once spoke to a girl who wasn't on my course!
Getting to know 180 teenage boys wasn't for me, mate. Was happy to settle for 90. I just don't have your constitution.
all 7 of my gang of football loving chaps became mechanics, i would have been totally lost
when I'm thin and successful