I don't think my time at school in London in the 1960s was very educational. It was the bits in between that were.
The lessons were indifferent so it is my friends and social life I remember.
Recently, I logged on to a website that reunites friends from schooldays and met up with several of my old pals.
We discovered, much to our horror, that we're the same. A little greyer perhaps but we talked about the same things, our mannerisms are the same and we still have the same taste in women.
What I think we all shared is being authentic people and not pretending to be anyone else. I grew up in Islington and my primary school there was multicultural. There were black people, Cypriots, Indians and Jews.
At the age of eight we all went on strike after a caning incident in front of the whole school. We chanted in the playground and I think our reaction was half out of malice and half out of fun.