Sometimes it seems as if we were never at highschool, due to the fact that things have changed so much. And then something miniscule will happen, like a faraway radiosong or the scent of something, and it's as if we are back in 1996, thinking 1996 thoughts and making 1996 plans. I seem to recall that once in c7, as Wilson took the inevitable cheese sandwiches from his pocket, our gazes met for an instant and the unspoken sentence was "we should remember these days".
By the way, it seems that we have our first comment... a girl called Ashlee, who has a blog of her own and lists titties, dating, pubic, voyeurism, sex, breasts, porn, and exhibitionism amongst her interests. Well huzzah!
An idea... let's refresh our memories and devote some webspace to some of the people that made highschool memorable for us... seeing as Wilson was mentioned, please allow me to set his scene, as it were.
Wilson was a fairly solid lad, which didn't lend him to his class, Edmund, who were famous for their sporting prowess. However, he was an invaluable ballast piece in the chess game that was highschool rugby, and had some modicum of fame in that area. Wilson, or Wils as he was sometimes known, would have been rather unremarkable were it not for the fact that he only ever ate cheese sandwiches. That's right, a diet of only cheese sandwiches, and on extremely rare occasions bread and butter, when there was no cheese. Wilson was a cheerful, ambling kind of a guy, and on my recommendation started to watch Prisoner Cell Block H for a few weeks, but sadly didn't keep up the habit. He was a little scruffy, and by his own admission looked like he had just staggered fully clothed from a big bed. I often wonder whether Wils still only eats cheese sandwiches. There must be long term medical consequences, but that aside it would be rather jolly if he were able to eat cheese sandwiches for the rest of his life.