When I was there I couldn’t wait for it to be over, and each day seemed to last a life time! Then as soon as I left, school became a distant memory filled with nostalgia. To think that for the most part of our lives we were sat down listening to a teacher tell us facts, that apparently we needed to know!? Certainly in some cases this is true, however I can honestly say that I paid little to no attention in the class room. I spent the majority of my time outside in the class hallway being screamed at by Mrs Cook (a nemesis of mine from my infamous teenage years). I was too disruptive, I needed to pay more attention, stop day dreaming and being captivated by the weeping willow tree, that looked incredible when blowing in a fierce October wind, just across the field of my English class window. In my most recent of years, I have held a very strong opinion that education, much like youth, is wasted on the young. Entering my twenties, that decade ago, my mind had become a welcoming well of knowledge, accepting deposits from almost every interesting person I met, for the first time in my life, I was overcome with the joyful feeling of being inspired. There is however one lesson that we were never taught in school. My parents never explained the fundamentals, and all we had was an instinct and various social situations to become aware of it, and to build it. Once completed, the foundations of the structure are held together, with a woven yarn of endless fun, trust and possibility.

The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, love, and understanding companionship.
Amelia Earhart

Back to the future part 2 has one the greatest climatic cinematic moments of all time. The friendship and dependability that Marty has on the Doc, to take him back to his place in time, is left hanging in the balance, when the Delorean is accidentally struck by lighting, sending the Doc all the way back to the year 1885. Never before or after, has a movie that isn’t about vengeance, violence or science, have I found myself, to have been so affected. Shortly after the lighting strike, a cloaked mysterious man arrives in a motor car and explains to Marty that he’s from the Post Office. He hands Marty a letter, that the man explains they had been asked to keep it in a vault, for over 100 years. Inside are explicit instructions to give the letter to a man fitting Marty’s exact description, at that very place, and at that very moment. The letter is of course from the Doc. The postman asks Marty if he needs help, Marty replies with a line that even as I type this and will re-read in the future a shiver is (and will undoubtedly be) making its way up my spine, and the finale of one of the greatest movie sequels ever made, begins to climax, “there is only one man who can help me”.

Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Albert Camus

I had a rather special realisation today. Riding my motorbike back from work, I got stuck in traffic. Normally traffic is the least of my worries as I almost always find myself zipping to the front of the queue of these caught up, highly frustrated London business types. But on this occasion The traffic on either side of the road left a gap that a foot, let alone my motor bike could squeeze into. So I dropped Black Thunder, (that’s the name of my hell beast, see insert photo to the right) into neutral and sat there, waiting for the gap to open. Most annoyingly the heavens decided to open instead, and I found myself in a full on down pour, stuck between a fat angry Audi driver and some white van guy that earlier had complimented me on my choice of transport, with a good old working class “fuck me, that’s an awesome bike!” That was when I noticed them. Two young boys dressed in school uniform, their parents clearly unaware that there was going to be a rain storm on this particularly unpredictable Tuesday. They were both running for the bus sloshing in puddles, as they ran, one taller than the other, the shorter of the two held my attention the most. he had in both hands his homework satchel, he had it held the entire journey to the bus above his friends head to make sure that he didn’t get wet. Never before have I been so happy to be stuck in traffic.

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Saint Basil

Kindness like manners are never really taught, more to the case of encouraged. Kinship among peers is rarely forced, however the need we each have for it is almost certainly, enforced by our need for happiness. Friendship is the ambassador of love, you will find that the ones with the dearest friends are always the ones that bend over backwards for strangers. Happiness and friendship walk this world hand in hand, for each follows the other. Survival used to be the core instinct that we all strove to obtain, nevertheless in the age of excessiveness, the public has been divided; one side want and crave money, so much so that it twists and turns them into some kind of goblin like creature, one you’d expect to find counting away to themselves in the vaults at Gringotts.

Then their is the rest of us, our core need is something so simple that children shortly after they’ve realised that their Daddy makes the silliest of faces are, much to their parents joy, blessed with it. The smile, it is such a simple thing, yet so hard to obtain at times, nevertheless who better qualified to deliver one? They meet this demand everyday, without judgement and without prejudice, just love.