School. Never liked it. Then i was introduced, on a cold, wet and windy day, to Mrs Castle.She took a fancy to me, not in the perverted way your thinking, but in educating me (again not in the way your thinking). I started doing well, the parents were informed that i wasn't as backward as had been suggested. Dad breathed a sigh of relief but still refused to play chess. My favourite part of the school week occurred on a friday. Mrs's Castle gave us a list of things - colour, bird, country, film etc and then picked a letter - eg "r' - we then had to spend the weekend finding one of each that started with this letter. Eg - red, robin, russia, red sonja. However if anyone else had the same as you, you didn't score a point. The list totalled about twenty items and the person with the most points won 5p, hence my sudden interest. True to say the only time i ever got interested in studying was when money was involved.
Tom got a girlfriend - Sara, i didn't, on that score i was always backward.
The other highlight of this period was being able to sit in the directors box at Rotherham Football Club, it seemed they owed dad lots of money. Well, they owed the bank and he ran it. So off we'd go on a Saturday and watch them lose, i doubted he'd ever get the money bank. The losses started piling up, both on the football pitch and in the bank. Father decided to do a runner before it all went pear-shaped so we had to move back to London (it was only later that i discovered he'd been promoted again, clever man). This move was most alarming. Tom and i had developed very strong northern accents - would we be welcomed back in London? Would anyone understand us? Would we get our heads kicked in? Would we, would we ever get to see our teenage years...........
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