August saw the final months of summer bliss. It rained most of the time, but these few weeks were perhaps the last chance to be a docile delinquent without feeling too guilty about it. Now there is no education to go back to in September, it seems these days are coming to a close. This time next year I’ll probably be in some full-time retail job working for the man. Optimistic.
So the last free month of free feeling was spent in Liverpool, sunny Spain and back home in Oswaldtwistle. I felt a little like Mike in The Deer Hunter when he comes home after the war. Life there hasn’t moved much at all, but you don’t exactly fit within it anymore. I don’t have the war trauma of course though. Liverpool wasn’t that bad.
A month of delinquency with a touch of future doubt tarnishing each day. Same as usual then.