4.22am. Just got back from a walk to my old school. First time I've felt strong enough to visit it since I finished there in 1979. In fact the old red brick building I used to go to is demolished now. It's been replaced by an ugly minimalist lego-brick thing. The feelings I experienced as I followed my old route to school were intense though. I remembered how uncomfortable it felt walking down busy, narrow school corridors. I remembered a particular bully whose behaviour towards me I've been blocking out of my mind for decades. I remembered the A level classes being much smaller and more claustrophobic than previous ones. Also it's difficult to become "Invisible" at the back in a history class of only seven pupils. I'm glad I am able to face up to and deal with some of this stuff now. There were good times too. I made a few friends, I joined the chess club. It was tough for me though. I'm amazed that some smart teacher didn't notice how different I obviously was and have a word with my parents. I'm also genuinely amazed that I only played truant from that hellhole twice.