But No Hugh Grant?
Mine was a bottle green school jumper, white shirt, and green and white tie (it was the '80's). But my aunty — a proud knitter — made me a cable-knit one (Jumper). Fancy patterns, louder shade of green. Think lime'ish.
The dinner ladies (all 70+) loved it.
The girl I fancied — and her mates — did not.
And of course, true and sod’s law… the one and only time I got called up on stage by the head for a rugby award (more effort than talent), I was wearing that jumper.
Still haunts me. No Hugh Grant. Just me and that bloody knitwear.
Anyone else have a moment like that — where the universe lined everything up just to humble you? |
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