School re-union!

This weekend sees the annual old school re-union, well a dinner in the main hall with drinks and a talk from the Headmaster, typically a pat on the back to tell us old pupils that our legacy is being maintained (I have to say that my mates legacy seems to have been climbing the trees in the grounds, tormenting the Prefects and dinner ladies, running riot through the common room, smoking in the cemetery on Spring Bank, or sneaking across the road to the Old Zoological for a few pints at lunchtime! - I hope that this legacy is truly being upheld!) [although I accept that it is unlikely to be the subject of the Headmaster's speech]

I must admit that I haven't been for about 6 years.....it seemed to be a good way of catching up with friends whilst at University and after we had gone our own ways, but it was usually held on a Friday night and when you are away it can be difficult to get back in time.

Living up to the legacy we would typically meet up in the Old Zoological, our local, and have a few pints to reminisce before crossing the road to the bar that was typically set up in the Memorial Hall (where many hours were fruitless spent playing the demonstration tunes on electric keyboards) a few more drinks, before being lead through to the main hall, with lots of long tables, and a wine supplier. There was always a pot going round on the duration of the speeches, with the winnings typically being spent on more wine.

After the speeches it was typical for us to wander into Hull City Centre to attend a nightclub or two. I should point out at this stage that the event is Black-tie, and on occasions it has been known for me to attend wearing a kilt......(this always seemed such a good idea at the start of the night, although by the time you are walking into a club in a kilt on a Friday night in the centre of Hull, you are guaranteed an lively night!) For those who do not know Hull, or who have only arrived recently will never have known the joy of Lexington Avenues, or "LAs" as it was known.

This was a fantastically dodgy nightclub, where you would see things that you did not even believe to be possible, but which was cheap and cheesy (and didn't mind a group of about 40 people in evening dress turning up at about 12:30 on a Saturday morning to dance the remainder of the night away!)

Unfortunately this has since been demolished, taking a great slice of my history with it.......and this has left me somewhat more anxious about Saturday night.....this and the somewhat distressing fact that when I bought my ticket they asked me when I left. Telling them I left for University in 1995 made me realise that in a few years, the freshers that tend to race past me in fancy dress to various pubs, will not even have been born when I left to go (where is my life going so quickly, and why do I still think I am 12?)