Old School

Just did a job for lady whose son is at my old posh school. Feel bad, as I told her that it was a fantastic establishment that made me the man I am today- for the record, my public persona is very refined, well-spoken and respectable, far from the reality of the irresponsible idiot I really am. 

Anyway, back to the school, for me it was nothing more than a cage to bash my rebellious horns against. Generally it was nothing more than a production line for manufacturing drone like creatures who would happily conform to the norm and follow the path that was carefully mapped out for them. 

Ho hum, saying all that it was kinda fun, and despite learning nothing of any particular academic value it did somehow manage to instil the will and the confidence to succeed. Hmm, guess that would make me just another drone then...