Day 27, January 27, 11am: I met myself for lunch the other day.
Or rather, I met somebody else's version of me. Of me as a schoolboy.
I had not seen Matt since the age of 13, give or take. We were at school together. He sent me an email recently and we spent a great lunch discussing ourselves. There's something to say for nostalgia after all, I've decided. It's strange how our lives have worked out.
Matt remembers me as a star pupil, to whom everybody looked up to. I remember myself as an unpopular, solitary little tyke. Matt has had a hugely successful career and is as fit as two fleas (despite the odd helath issue and creaking knee joint) and cycles around 30km a day. He has an Aston Martin. I have been singularly unsuccessful, am not as fit as a single flea and trudge about 4km a day. I have a third-hand VW.
Matt's resolution, incidentally, is to pass a Maths A level and then take some degree so fiendishly clever that I've already forgotten what it it. He'll surely let me know.
It was great, though, to see him (despite the Aston Martin. Mind you, it had a dent in it, which cheered me up a bit. Our VW, incidentally, is more dent than car). Which brings me to one of my resolutions - to contact as many people from my past as I can via email. So far, I reckon I'm back in touch with at least 40 people from school, university and former work places. It's been a revelation. I feel quite social at the moment. After 49 years of being a grumpy old sod.
Not that ever email has been full of joy. There's been bereavements, divorces and ill health to contend with. But there have also been great tales. One of my ex-girlfriends must top the bill, with her nine children. No wonder her New Year resolution is to get more sleep.
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Tony think of it like this you still get stuck in traffic in a Aston Martin you just burn more fuel while you sit there.
ReplyDeleteYes, John, but think of how suave I'd look whilst doing it.
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