I was just writing about my own over on the music thread. I was a loner, the only blokes from school I hung with outside of school hours were usually the freaks and weirdos. Music, art, and literature were better friends to me than out on the streets. My Dad and I had a falling out because I quit soccer and GAA, rugby too. But when he saw my brother bloom, he was really proud.
But I had to show him and let him make his own mind up.
We went to watch him train and play with Ballyfermot United (which I was previously a player for).
That's when the penny dropped.
I had a similar mate named Terry Lee - he was the weirdest kid I ever met.
Also a bit of an eejit in that in his late teens he wanted to be an alcoholic. Really, that was his wish. He sold two beautiful guitars for peanuts so he could 'experience rock-bottom' and act out the role he learned from another freak we met busking, and he WAS an alcoholic. A right fucking gouger I despied at first sight.
Terry Lee died young, he went to teach English in Spain after his Mam died. The old man died soon after and the younger brother simply sold the house, took the money and fucked off to Asia, spending the whole lot. Weird family, very snooty, totally NOT suited to Ballyer.
I loved Lego, I was given gifts of it for years.
And I see that Zippy has expressed her surprise at this state of affairs too -
