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12:12pm on Sunday, 24th April, 2011:
Anecdote
We went out for a pub meal last night in nearby Withernwick.
When I was at secondary school, the kids from neighbouring villages were put into the same school houses as each other rather than splitting them up across houses like the Hornsea kids (who comprised over half the total school population) were. We got the kids from Withernwick and Hatfield in our house, therefore I knew a lot of them. They were generally nicer than the kids from other villages; although there were plenty of good kids from Brandsburton, Leven, Ulrome, Bewholme and so on, there were some who weren't so pleasant. It opened my eyes to how a school's culture could make a difference in the attitudes and behaviour of the children attending it.
Anyway, because of this, and the fact that Withernwick isn't all that big, the chances were that I might actually know some of the people who went into the pub yesterday. Unfortunately, my memory of them is from when they were 11-18; now, I have to look for 51-year-olds who resemble the people I knew — it's as if I'm looking for my friends' parents.
I didn't see anyone I was certain I knew, but I did see some that I might have known. I wasn't going to go up and say hello unless I was sure, though.
I can't say I'm impressed with the way that advancing years are programmed into this universe. Mind you, I am impressed by the way that up north you get twice as much pub food for half the price that you do down south, so it's not all bad.
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