I've just spent the evening in a hall that I last sat in twenty five years ago, when I took my exams.
The occasion being my nephew was in the end of term play at QEGS.
It was totally weird. I did go back to the school three years ago, to give a talk about my career to the art students, but this was the first time I'd been in the new hall since the early eighties.
It was like being fourteen again. It didn't look smaller than I remembered, as people often say, as I'm the same size now as I was then, but it was like being transported back a quarter of a century, to that person who was me then. An eager beaver, full of dreams, and always the first to volunteer to read the lesson in school assemblies.
The sort of play that was performed tonight, had changed to. It was sort of a pastiche on the Rocky Horror Show, but set in Lancashire. All cross dressing, and rock 'n' roll. All very different from the Children's Crusade we did when I was there, as well as my acclaimed Nancy in Oliver Twist!
As anyone else been back to a place they haven't been to for years?
How did it make you feel?
It's left me feeling like I should be cleaning my shoes, and checking my homework's in my satchel.
