I feel like I'm in the History Boys.

Aspirations to/delusions of grandeur, check. Chummy oh-we're-fucked revision, Crippingly-low odds of success, check. check. Teenage turmoil, check. Self-esteem at rock-bottom, check.

... what I'm missing, however, is the schooling (ooh lollipop ladies and secretaries), inspiring teachers (and scooters), intellectual revelation, (homo)sexual tension, (promised) blowjobs, and all that jazz.

I still have the programme booklet that you got for me from London. Funny how I never seem able to be rid of the past.

Reflections upon determinsm, check.