One thing, even if I don’t get in touch with miss Teenage Kicks. I noticed she works for a charity. I could do that. It’s been a while since I last did anything worthwhile. Next time I’m looking for a new job, I’ll have to consider the charitable sector. Hmmmmm.
Dilemma time. Whilst surfing through FriendsReunited the other day I finally came across a name from my old school that I recognised. The girl I had the biggest, most embarassing crush on when I was seventeen. She’s working in London, so I could give her a call. But what to say? Just from the few lines of biography it’s obvious she’s still the genius she was at sixth form, only now she’s well travelled into the bargain. I’d probably meet her and turn into the same incoherent fool I was all those years ago.
Plus, it won’t give me her e-mail until I pay the five pound joining fee, and I don’t know if I can be bothered.