Time of My Life: School in the Disco Era

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6.33am local time, Fri 15 May 2015, air conditioner on (20°C, 68°F)

LET’S go into the Time Tunnel for a bit today.

At the Temple of Apollo (actually northwest London), we replied in our good old English tongue merely to convince ourselves that none of us could understand each other; but I noticed that when I smiled slightly on concluding, others did likewise. This fact, and the similar occurrences of our lives, made us unable to resist the temptation to leave. The crisp, freshly polluted air of the town air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic, and I felt a new life and new courage coursing through me.

School, London, 1970s (Photo: Michael Arthy)

What’s the most important lesson you know?

12.06am local time, 26°C (79°F), warm and dryish

This kid is winning. And going places. Really.

He has seen the fnords.

Hbt u?

What you see is telling you something…

(via c4c)

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A hour’s worth of a chance of a lifetime

It was a chance of a lifetime and it lasted just 1 hour and 15 minutes.

Headmaster and his missus was in town for just one day today (11 Feb.) on their ship cruise around Southeast Asia.

When you’re all grown up with a receding hairline, bits of grey eminence, abject whiskers and creaky bones, the chance to see your old headmaster again in your own town should never be missed.

After all, none of us are getting any younger.

‘No, sir, I wasn’t anywhere near the shed with that girl.’

Nothing’s changed. Only the windcheater has replaced the gown and the leather jacket the school blazer. It’s the same old pose.

‘Own up, boy! I saw you from the window upstairs!
Do you still deny it?’

Schoolboy with receding hairline (me!) becoming wobbly on being sussed out.

Note the hands placed respectfully and deferentially at the back for the ‘correct’ posture.

‘No, sir, it wasn’t a girl. It was a blow-up doll. It was made in England though.’

‘Alright, let you off this time – but only
because it was made in England!’

Robert and Frances Arthy at the Tin Hau Temple on Hong Kong Island for a few minutes, and then onwards on their own to Stanley, before they head back to the cruise liner by late afternoon.

They’ve only had half a day in town.

Frances told me things that made me think the UK has changed even more than I had originally thought since my last trip back in 2006 – but that’s another story.

Mr and Mrs Arthy will be travelling the width and breadth of Southeast Asia by cruise liner, calling at Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia and various other countries.

I had some of ‘my people’ string along for the occasion because getting to see one’s Old Beak (and especially also his missus) is such a rarity after schooldays anyway and has incredible snob appeal.

And much fun was had by all that day.

(c) The Naked Listener’s Weblog, 2012. All photos by me.