D is for Danger

Hi today is the Day, that you finally find out why D is for Doughnuts. D even looks a bit like a Doughnut. If it was on its side. But the Doughnuts I am thinking of are not made by Sainsbury’s and covered in sweet sugar, filled with strawberry jam. Now come on, lets be honest, the only doughnuts are those filled with jam, not toffee, not custard, but good old strawberry jam. The man who first thought of pushing jam inside dough deserves a medal, preferable not made of dough and not filled with jam.
So what other D for Doughnut is there? Well back in years gone by there was another D my invention, a Double D really but back in the days when i never really appreciated a DD, which took the world of slough by storm. I joined a 5 a side football team, and after a lot of soul searching, and have you ever done that, searched for a soul. Well we spent hours doing it, near Bluebell Wood as it was always know when we were young, but which has now been changed for some reason to Cocksherd Woods. History and trivia over, we searched for ages and found two souls, well two soles really one off the left foot of an old pair of Wellingtons, and the other off a small left footed plimsoll. So you asked how did in know it was off an old pair of Wellingtons, well I replied, because the right one was still tied by string the left one, minus its sole which was stuffed into the foot of the right one. Weird, but hey we are talking about slough at the beginning of the seventies.
Any way back to D, after many a Day and night, not spent in Bluebell / Cocksherd wood ( Bluebell small plant in the lily family, having blue trumpet shaped flowers. Cocks an adult male chicken, or various other birds, weathervane, faucet or valve, hammer of a firearm, or something we can’t talk about in a family show. Also means leader or chief. Herd group of mammals or animals living together. So what does that name mean?) Bluebell sounds so much better.
But back to the soul searching. We sat in Pete’s back room, we called it Pete’s back room cause well… we liked the name. Pete actually lived next door and we didn’t like him much, but when ever we wanted to meet up we’d say “ see you later in Pete’s back room” by saying that we knew to meet in Alan's shed. But everyone at school thought Pete was one of the gang. The first time we said it, Colin told Pete and he waited in for about an hour, realised we were not going to turn up so went back to his front room and watched the Minder on T.V.
Pete never trusted Colin again. Tough.
So that night in Alan’s’ shed the Dehydrated Doughnuts were born. Not a name I bet you are familiar with, and to be honest it didn’t set the world alight, but what it did was take a group of 15 years olds and moulded them in a real group. We sat in Alan’s shed, drinking our Irnbru and Corona Shandy. Promising to rid the world of evil, diseases, and Liverpool fans. We had a plan. To win the football competition and stay mates for ever. Well we didn’t win the competition but we did manage to get through the first three rounds, which was a part success i guess?
But did we do better in our quest to make the world a better place? Unfortunately no. We met for another three weeks after the competition ende, in Alan’s shed till we left school.
We then all started work in different places and as is the way with school mates. We never met again. the Dehydrated Doughtnuts Disintergrated. we had so may plans, ideas and things to see and do. live in Aussie land, yeah ok, maybe there was the sweet smell of somthing effecting us but we got over it, earn a million pounds a year, well mayube if they kept the lire i might have made it, and finally play professional football. seeing as we got beat in the fourth round by a team of only three players and one of them was sent off. maybe that was a dream to far.
Now as I am nearing the end of my 52nd year I find this really sad. There must be tens of people ( if I said 100’s you’d probably think I was a liar, and you’d be right ) we have become close to in our lives, who come in, mean something special and then move on out again. What happens to them we don’t know.
So I went back to Fiends Re-United and looked up my old school and checked if any of the names where there. Reactivated my account, and wonder what that might bring?
But the real question now. Do I contact them and if so what do I say. With most of them nearly 40 years has passed, what do I have in common with them now? A life that does no longer exist? A school which has had a name change to improve its image, was almost closed and had half the pupils moved to other schools as the staff at the time could not cope.
So here I am waiting with finger over the send button not sure what to do?
i am not the same person as i was then. i have grown, in age in confidence, in status and in weight, thats the one thats moved on the most. it almost has a will of its own.
but i am still here waiting with finger over the button.
will they still like me? will i still like them? what have we in common? a time, a piece of history? a photo in a school book that will never be published and never read. will it be a waste of time?
i don't know. who does?
Help
D is also for Developing and as I write this I have loads of ideas on how this should work, and D is also for Dairy, ops sorry I meant Diary, thank goodness for a spell check. Not as good as a real cheque from the lottery for a million pounds but hey, D is still for Dreaming. This will hopefully evolve into something huge. Bit like my waist line, or waste, as it takes a fortune to get but does not good at all. Weight loss? Not at my age unfortunately
so do i press the button or not?
i have a week, or am i to weak, to make up my mind, or have it made for me