I killed the president of paraguay with a fork. How've you been?

It mightn't be AS interesting as that but tonights HFCS 25th Anniversary/Reunion should have a few hum dingers. I forsee tonights events as being polite to start off with, then begin to mingle after the wine at dinner and then a breakout of carnage at one am when the bar shuts. I am fully prepared to judge and be judged and I should really learn the spiel I will repeat at least twenty times...."I'm twenty five living and working in town....."

The highlight of the night apart from seeing my chums is of course Mr Hill. Ahhhh Charlie. The woodwork teacher whom I made it my business to spend extra time with in school (I didnt even do woodwork). I even tried a last ditch attempt to make a move on him, he must have thought I was the biggest spoofer. I told him I was applying for a surfing scholarship in Hawaii and I needed a reference- Him. He had to fill out a questionaire, possibly a self penned questionairre now that I think of it, and the poor chap had to fill out what he thought of me. I was in my element. Bear in mind, I'm 16 and drunk on sportsday with my boyfriend outside- it was never really going to happen.

So will he even remember my name? Probably not, I bet Ms Quinn will if she's there, trout.