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I fcuking love XTC's view of reality. It makes my wilder flights of fancy look like an evening of Latin declension with Jacon Rees Mogg.
Edit: in answer to the OP question, tragically, my 12 yr old self is yet to become a fighter pilot, play centre back alongside Alan McDonald or shag Princess Leia out of off of that Star Wars.
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'What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it? Now!'
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When you were 12 on 21:50 - Oct 30 with 2214 views
I loved From Our Own Corresponent on Radio 4 and dreamed of being our man in Lima or Maputo. Unfortunately, I couldn’t overcome my preteen fear of sunburn and foreign food in time.
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When you were 12 on 01:04 - Oct 31 with 2025 views
At age 9 I went to Rome, it changed the game. By12 I knew I wanted to move a lot, that I would move a lot and so none of what happened since was a surprise.
Spookily all the places I’ve lived in the world, I’ve had an inkling/premonition I’d live there.
'Always In Motion' by John Honney available on amazon.co.uk
At the age of 12 I had seen QPR win the 3rd Division S. and the League Cup at Wembley so I knew I was in for a life of watching us win titles and trophies every year. IRL I can't complain, I met, and watched perform, so many of my musical idols; played various sports into my 60's and got to travel and work in many different countries. Now retired but still meeting up with many long time friends back where this began in W12.
The grass is always greener.
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When you were 12 on 09:51 - Oct 31 with 1736 views
Nah, never thought I would be living on my own with a remote girlfriend of 20+ years who still calls me Steve. After all this time I haven't got the heart to tell her. Always thought I was destined to be a footballer, very nearly was. Have directed lots of TV shows, written books, doing something on The Beatles as a film but overall, no. Would love to have had a family, been born in a parallel universe where QPR saw out matches, been better at being remotely solvent, and spent most of my time in bed with Kylie Minogue, but it wasn't to be!
Which, if it isn't Boston, I feel very misled by...
To be geographically accurate...I reside in Milton, 5/6 mins walk away from the bridge crossing the 'mighty' Neponset river, which in these parts, is the Boston City Line.
1971 I was 12 could not think of anything other than surviving secondary school with 40 plus pupils in a class and teacher who threw the chalk board at you.. still school of hard knocks prepared you for highs and lows so no wonder I ended up at Loftus Road ever since.
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When you were 12 on 18:55 - Oct 31 with 1399 views
Did a paper round and had all the money I needed. Had a colour TV, ZX Spectrum, a Chris Miller skateboard. A stack of Batman comics, a Sony Walkman and QPR were in division 1. I was quite happy being 12 tbh. Had no plans.
Occasional providers of half decent House music.
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When you were 12 on 22:41 - Oct 31 with 1269 views
On the upside, I had a paper round, so with my lunch money I saved, I could pay myself into the football twice a week, my parents thought twelve was okay to go to home games without a grown-up and away games in London as long as there were a few of us going, same with going down the West End shopping/everyone other than me shoplifting. Started playing football on a Sunday and met a load of cracking lads at secondary school. Started getting into music and spent a lot of time with some seriously funny fuc kers.
Downside: My Mum spent a massive chunk in and out of hospital that year and my eldest brother was a right cu nt at the time (love him to bits now, though). Home wasn’t as much fun as it might have been. Cooked a lot of sh it teas straight out the freezer for my Dad. Ate a lot of meat paste sarnies. My Nan died too and that cast a long shadow. Became bone idle at school, pi ssed about, frustrated my teachers and did fuc k-all work until I could leave at sixteen. That probably wasn’t the smartest move. I’d always worked hard and prided myself on doing well at school until then.
On balance, a time of growing independence and excitement. Never would have imagined I’d see as much of the world as I have - I fantasised about travel as a kid as I was well into my history and would spend hours staring at an atlas figuring out where the fu ck Dinamo Minsk, Dinamo Tiblisi and Hajduk Split played. Never went abroad with my family. That’s the thing I’d have been most excited about. Still pinch myself every time I’m somewhere daft overseas that I never thought I’d get to. Can’t grumble at all about how things have panned out to date. I reckon I’d have been pretty happy to have a lot of good people in my life and family doing well. Still can’t drive.
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Fulham FC: It's the taking part that counts
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When you were 12 on 22:59 - Oct 31 with 1247 views
I was fasccinated by buses, I wanted to drive the Routemaster number 73 to Stoke Newington and back again, I would have also accepted being a bus conductor, standing on the running board and giving out tickets from my machine, meeting people and telling them 'room on top only' Quite fancied being a train driver too, we used to play truant and just skive all over the underground especially the circle line. Buses and the underground had a certain smell, we used to hang around the London skid pan and watch the buses skidding.
All a bit wierd really, ended up in the Army got to drive a Cheiftan tank In West Germany for half an hour (crash course) which was nice.
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
I was fasccinated by buses, I wanted to drive the Routemaster number 73 to Stoke Newington and back again, I would have also accepted being a bus conductor, standing on the running board and giving out tickets from my machine, meeting people and telling them 'room on top only' Quite fancied being a train driver too, we used to play truant and just skive all over the underground especially the circle line. Buses and the underground had a certain smell, we used to hang around the London skid pan and watch the buses skidding.
All a bit wierd really, ended up in the Army got to drive a Cheiftan tank In West Germany for half an hour (crash course) which was nice.
At 12 I wanted to do graffiti on the side of trains. Being the little rebel minded kid I was.
I'd been a very happy kid, but was thrown into Secondary School at age 11, a year younger than everyone else, and Man! I wasn't ready for it. My parents and teachers meant well, but they really should have kept me back a year.
I'd been a hard-working, happy dreamer, who loved music, sports, books, comedy, films, football stickers, two-tone ties and a million other things besides. Then I became a lazy, insecure kid who'd do almost anything to impress the older kids. I smoked, drank, did drugs, committed multiple minor crimes, was always in silly trouble and never tried at school.
Took me years to get my mojo back.
So, the answer the question - at 12 I just wanted to be happy. Thanks to great friends, great family and some hard work, I really am. 12-yr old Brian would be pleased, I think.
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
1968, dreamed of going to a desert island, palm trees and clear blue water, Robinson Cruso style, going abroad really was James Bond like, full of forigners and beautiful women.
How those dreams have come true is still beyond me, and maybe not quite a desert island but did get to St Lucia and a few other far flung places.
My kids have also travelled to other great places that really were only seen in the movies when I was a kid, now they on a plane likes its a bus......
Life is so different in so many ways to when I was 12, my life taken different paths, but still here and so so glad it is far better than when dreaming as a snotty nosed kid.
1979 - don't remember much other than school, cycling, 2000AD, Star Wars (Empire... released the following year) , strikes, family holidays and visits. Can't really remember thinking much about my adult life that lay ahead.
QPR wasn't really on my radar then, that followed about 3 years later.
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