A smartarse but not a troublemaker. Good at English, art and other fuzzy subjects, struggled to comprehend anything with numbers in it. Loved football and played it obsessively on most breaks, despite having two left feet and being completely pish at it - a guaranteed "last pick" when teams were being decided.
Covered in a biblical plague of boils, plooks and flaky skin from about second year until the day that I left. Absolutely paralysed with shyness around girls, despite developing painful, years-long, all-consuming crushes on a succession of unfortunate stalk-ees, which I was powerless to do anything about until 5th-6th year, when I started, like, talking to them and everything.
Affected what was meant to be a Morrissey-inspired, rockabilly, quiffy look which was going OK until that fecker Rick Astley appeared on Top of the Pops with a vague physical resemblance and the same hairdo and landed me a new nickname.
Best days of your life? Me arse!