Some people will know what I mean when I say that damn George Michael song. Some people will know why. Suffice it to say it concerns Blue Eyes. Every year I am forced to listen to that damn song, and every year it gets closer and closer to Christmas Eve. You would think that since the Jellicle and I got together close enough to Christmas that I would be immune.
Apparently not. This year I have listened to George in shopping malls, department stores, played by random bands and sung by my pupils…it pissed me off (yes I know for no logical reason) but that was it. I falsely assumed immunity of a sort.
Well no immunity. I am currently engaged in illustrating the New Year vocabulary…and one of the teachers phones went off. Da-dada da-da-da-da-da, dadedadeda-da, da-dada-dada…
Suddenly my throat constricts. Suddenly theres pricking behind my eyes. And equally suddenly and surprisingly to me my automatic response system kicks in and my legs are propelling me towards the ladies.
It happens every year. And every year I think that it won’t. Its only a few seconds but suddenly I am back in Royston Vasey and all the shit that that entails. I’m in Japan oh subconcious o’ mine and I haven’t lived at home for years.