My (just) 17 year old self in 1978 could not have imagined what the world would look like in 2018. I wish I'd written myself a letter and sealed it up to be opened 24 July 2018!
No I don't. What the hell would have said anyway?
When I was 17 I was into music (punk of course), cricket and the Boro.
I still love music (not punk of course), cricket (not so much) and the Boro (much more so) so in some ways not a lot has changed. I was forming my political ideas and already really into fighting racism which has been a life long fight documented in my blog many times.
I was learning about Apartheid and was convinced justice would soon prevail and the all white South African government would be overthrown. Apartheid went on until the early 1990's, another 12+ years. It seemed a long wait, yet 12 years back from (approximately) today seems like yesterday. I read a book that had quite a bit about perception of time over the years.... Fascinating and at times a bit scary. I'll save that for another post.
Ha ha, not everything has changed though. At least my rambling writing style is the same.
You can probably tell I've done lots of reflecting today. Not much at all about the job itself, just about my journey into work that day and my mam and dad and my uncles and aunties who were all alive. What I had for lunch. Having to work during the 6 week summer holiday.
They're going to present me with a certificate tomorrow and I'm guessing they will expect a few words. As above might be ok.
Over and out.