The Old School Yard

I've got my school reunion in a few weeks.  And notwithstanding I considered myself to be something of a fuck-up at high school (the syndrome affects many teenagers, I guess), I found myself on the committee to organise the reunion.  And learned that perhaps I wasn't the fuck-up I believed myself to be.  A few people I tracked down and made contact with have emailed me, having read some of my material, and told me they remembered me for a sense of humour, and being an art-and-literature girl.  This sure beats being remembered as a fuck-up.

Being on the committee, I pretty muc know what most of the old classmates are up to now.  But you tend to wonder things like has that promiscuous girl who only wore underpants to keep her ankles warm joined a convent?  Or maybe the class clown who was always farting, or dressing the science lab skeleton in lingerie has now become a liberal politician.

I do know that the guy who used to shit the domestic science teacher to tears is now a chef at a rather classy restaurant.  And the boy who was taken aside several times and asked what he was going to do with his life is now earning more money than those teachers will ever see.

Anyway, I've got this fantasy about the Big Night, which will be in five weeks.  I dream that the classmates attending will turn up with copies of my novels for my autograph!  They will have either bought them at a book store, or online at the publishers having read the first chapters and blurbs at http://www.zeus-publications.com/abernethy.htm (young adult) and http://www.zeus-publications/calumny_while_reading_irvine_welsh.htm (satire).  The books are also available as e-books.  I'm not sure how to sign whatever apparatus they'll be reading them on!