Someone I went to school with once said he thought I’d make something interesting of myself, the subtext being that I hadn’t. He then asked if he could use my parking permit, I ignored him and that’s the last we spoke (happy endings, eh?). I bring it up as I’m pretty sure the last time he’d seen me before that fateful last (scathing) encounter was when I’d chucked kebab up over some church steps in front of a nativity scene window-display. Did that episode lead him to believe I was a diamond in the rough or perhaps a genius in the making? Did the fact I’d (in my mind) progressed to move city, job and nurture a longterm relationship equate to some kind of failure in his eyes? Guess I’ll never know. One thing’s for sure, he’s still off my parking space list!