I wasn’t still up for Portillo, heard the cheers go up from the streetfuls of student digs around me. It’s at moments like this that I do wish I were a different kind of person.
One who could manage crowds, group activities, general conviviality, things en masse. But I cannot and never could. School playtimes were a nightmare, teenage discos a special circle of hell, university teams and clubs a no-no even if I’d had any sporting, dramatic or other talent to bring to them, post-drop-off coffee mornings with other mothers a simple endurance test – and so on and so on and so on through the various stage of this so-called life.
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