Today the year 12s at my husband’s school are graduating, as are many excited 17-year-olds around the country.
It got me thinking about the year I would have graduated, had I not decided Timezone was a better place to hang out from 9-3 on a weekday. I left school in term 2 of Year 11, spending my time stalking people at Hungry Jacks and smoking cigarettes with the other cool kids down in Freo and pooling our money together for a cask of Wild Peach.
I’ve never drunk Wild Peach since. Does it still exist? #puke.
When we weren’t choking down warm goon, we were drinking a horrific blackcurrant alcopop concoction called Vault. They had a little tag around the bottle that became ultra-fashionable to wear around your neck.
|Yes that’s a Swatch Watch. And a glow-in-the-dark Bananas in Pyjamas shirt. Le sigh.|
|Just in case you’re wondering, it was exactly like George Orwell’s Room 101.|