Whoever said that schooldays are the happiest days of your life is either a freak, a masochist or suffering from severe memory loss.
I fucking hated school.
I hated every fucking minute from the first day in junior infants up to the day I left.
Then I went to college.
Ahhhhh! Those were the days.
College days were difficult, I don’t deny. There was a lot of drinking, womanising and general carousing to be done, and it was hard on the old body, but it was fun.
In general, my days consisted of turning up in college, deciding to skip lectures and ending up in either the canteen playing cards, or in the pub. Hard work. In fact, I had so much hard work to cram into my days that I rarely got to bed before three or four. This meant of course that I rarely woke again before three or four in the afternoon, when the whole hectic schedule would have to start all over again.
Now that I have retired, I have discovered to my amazement and delight that I am reverting to my student lifestyle. Of course I no longer have the onerous duty of skipping lectures, but the main lifestyle is there. I don’t even need a student card to avail of discounts, as I am entitled to my pensioner discounts anyway. Students and OAPs are internationally recognised as being a special group – just look at any ticket sales brochures.
Of course, age has taken its toll, and I’m not as good at the cards as I used to be, but it’s amazing how quickly I fitted back into the other patterns.
I must apologise for the lateness of this little brainfart.
I’m only just out of bed.