You may not want my life story but TOUGH your goning to have it anyway...
I lived in Northampton until I was 10 (Year 5). I attended Milton Malsor Parochial Primary School. At the ages of
7, I joined the Northampton Old Scouts Rugby Football Club with encouragement from Joe Ryan a friend from school. I ended
up enjoying it and played Rugby for N.O.S.R.F.C, travelling from Peterborough for nearly 4 years every Sunday Morning until I moved
down to Wiltshire.
At the end of Year 5 I moved over to Peterborough where I spent a lonely summer holidays, becuase
no one knew me, in my new house ( I was starting to make friends with the spiders and woodlice that in habbited
the garden.
In September I joined Folksworth C of E Primary School where i met one of my closest friends Kurt
'Protein Makes You Grow, Malton. The head teacher of that school was a sexist slag, who hated sports. We didn't get on
too well.
After that i went with my friends from Folksworth to Sawtry Community College where i spent three years getting
in to minor trouble for things like throwing grapes around on the top floor of the bus and swearing out of bus windows
to teachers (in fact the bus was where i got into th most trouble especialy the time when a Maxwell House coffee
jar found itself under the bus wheel as i got off.
3/4 of the way through Year 9 i moved down to Wiltshire i cant remember the exact day apart from it was the Friday when
England lost 2-0 to Brazil in a crappy game of football. That was my first moring in Wiltshire. The following Monday i turned
up at St Johns School, Marlborough. As there were only 3 weeks to go from the end of term i did whati had been doing for the
last two years about a month from the end of term which was not bother to bring my books in to do any work.
We had to do this thing called Technology Week where you chose something to do. There were some good things like
Go Karting and Archery but as I'd only just arrived I was stuck with this shit thing i cant even remember. Lucky
though I met another of my closest friends Ali 'Beat Box' Hetherington. It was only then i learned that he
got on the same bus as me so until i moved to again to Calne 12 miles away we shard some wonderful insights ont he the Ogbourne
Bus.
The Ogbourne Bus was the first place on about my third day at the school that i saw Lauren Clake. She has a bright,
generous and unassuming personality nad a great smile. I was wondering which Year she was in and it just so
happened that she was in the same Year as me. However I couldn't find the courage in me to ask her out and so i
spent the next two and a bit years just acting like i didn't really fancy anyone ( which i might add completly fool everyone
and it nearly backfired on me when, after being told that she 'liked' me, i just keep a stone face and offered a non commital
grunt like this 'umph'). However this February i asked her out and all is well in the world...
Until a thing called GCSE examinations came from out of nowher and kicked me in the balls. We'll have to see where that
end up.
I have forgotten to meantion that during the second half of year ten a boys with a mop or nest of hair (i can never quite
decide) turned up at st johns from dauntsey's poshg school for rich people. Twas Jack 'Silvermole; Jack Black Jimmy' Somerville.
he and i beat the shit out of each other when we first met and i lost an arm
Now though it is the 9/10/04 and things have changed again.
i was dumped at the prom night, after wininnig couple of the year award, for a tall, dark handsome stranger with a harley
i got a good set of results 7A's 3B's and a C which enabled me to start as level geography chemistry physics and maths
(nice and easy)
kurt is all set to come down to wiltshrei and we shall be having a nice session at someone's house probably jacks becuase
hes got loadds a room and we have written three songs
