Today was Lloyd's last day of school. Year 12 is over – except for the HSC of course. It seems more astounding that he's finished than it did when Jessie finished last year. And it was funny watching them all up there on stage, you're funny at that age. All that attitude and energy. And what astounds me the most is that I sit there and think – I can't be that old can I? Daz thinks he's been in a coma for a few years and they all grew up while he slept the years away. That is definitely a benefit of having your children while you're young. They are finishing school and we're still young and off doing stuff. And I was thinking about my last day of school and I dug up this photo. I had already had a few drinks and done a bit of work with some plaster of paris about the school grounds. You can see I was into sunbaking then but you probably can't see that I was into bad perms as well. And you can see I was talking and I musn't have been trying to keep real quiet because I've grabbed every ones attention. Even the principal unfortunately. I was just wanting to talk to the guy next to the principal. He was a dweeby type though – principal that is. Isn't it funny how the principal was usually a weak sort while the deputy principal was the one who scared you shitless.