Back To School
So it's the early hours of Tuesday morning and I'm just about to e-mail the Good Morning Scotland presenters to remind them of something very important. Today is the first day of term for many schools in the north of Scotland. That start-date varies across the country so I like to do my bit to keep the information flowing to the newsdesk.
In the Zed household this is a big day because our daughter starts Secondary school. Gosh, she seems so calm about it, almost excited. Times must have changed.
When I started Secondary school, (sometime before the Boer War), there were all sort of rumours about what would happen when the older pupils got hold of you. These rumours, of course, involved having your head inserted into the toilet bowl while fellow pupils tested the flushing mechanism. That didn't actually happen to me, or to anyone I've ever met, not even plumbers.
I've actually documented my one and only experience of school violence in , which is designed as a taster for Hollywood studio chiefs. I'm hoping that Brad Pitt will play me in the inevitable blockbuster.
Well, I have to have something to fall back on in case I get my jotters.
