Haircut 100

I think I have remarked once or twice about where the idea for a blog comes from. To be honest, this month I have been staring at a blank blog page and just thought "What the hell?". Every night this week I reached for the off button after an hour of just vegetating.  

Then one night  I started watching a film called Sexy Beast. It stars Ray Winstone (Every one's favourite cockney hard man - stuff Vinnie Jones) and Ben Kingsley. It is about a retired bank robber living la dolce vita (only the Spanish version) on the costa del very hot. I won't spoil your enjoyment see it for yourselves - mind you, strictly for adults only. The film starts to the tune of "peaches" by the Stranglers. What a blast from the past. 

I don't care what my son says, in fact I don't care what you all say. There was some good music in the Eighties. We just remember the shoulder pads and dodgy haircuts!

So then I came to the title of this blog. It is the name of a group that were around when I was where my son is at now. Just about to take his GCSE's. 30 years ago this year. Haircut 100 were not by any stretch of the imagination a "classic" pop group but they charted with a couple of singles and I can still remember an image of sitting in Chemistry with  the chorus line buzzing around my head and thinking that the day so wasn't like the song. It was Fantastic Day. And then I was assaulted with emotion as my school life flashed before my eyes. 

I didn't enjoy school. It was never interesting enough. I hated uniform, I hated school rules, I didn't care much for my school colleagues to be honest. I had a few friends that I sought out as they made me laugh but generally speaking school life was the law of the jungle. They say that those times are the best of your life. After 30 years I can see  that they were certainly less troubled than some times I have known but I don't view them through rose tinted spectacles. 

Another thought that struck me was how all our lives intertwined. I mean teachers and students. We were all at different stages of our lives,  all crossed paths at that distinct moment. All moved on. It is kind of sad really.