Old Skool tie

I had to get my glasses fixed. I walked past my old High school.

This was the staff entrance. We were not allowed to walk through it. Until our final year. The staff room was next to the entrance. You were not allowed to knock on the staff room door. You had to wait until a teacher entered or left. There was the line for the week, posted next to the door of the staff room.

Another view, of my old School. We had to cross over the street, to get the new building. Notoriously a kid grabbed his balls, when they were filming a promotional video for the school, and it got into the final cut.

Last picture is me, frowning at the bu stop, I used to wait at to catch the bus home. Next to the Bus stop is a large fancy Hotel. The Hotel , had a set of hedges where I once found pornography, from what must have been from the early 1970s.

The journey home, always seemed so long.

There used to be stewardesses and other Air crew, using the hotel. I used to stare at them. I was 11 years old. Coming home by myself. I spent years hoping some nice lady from Cathy Pacific or Icelandicair, would take me up to her room, and make dirty things with me.

I lost a school bag, sick. At the Bus stop. We have one of the textbooks at work. It would have made a lot of difference when I was 15.

One final factoid. One of my  American friends aunt was a stewardess about the time I am talking about she asked where I was from. She asked me did I know a cafe, that is or rather was just round the corner from the bus stop. I said yes…

Lady remembered the boys,from the school staring at her…