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<blockquote data-quote="Grant_Vicat" data-source="post: 2072405" data-attributes="member: 388932"><p>Hi [USER=171436]@banana2000[/USER] Your post takes me back to my first morning at King's College, London, October 1978, which the following describes:</p><p>I started my first year at the Platanes Hall of Residence in Champion Hill, and I was to find out many years later that my paternal grandmother spent her childhood round the corner in Camberwell Grove and had been christened in St. Giles’s Camberwell. I was somewhat overwhelmed by the fact that I didn’t know a soul since one of the aspects of diabetes is that I have always been anxious about living alone. However there were some remarkable people in the same ghetto of whom a sizeable proportion had attended Northampton Grammar School. This included Iain Lynch and Peter Jones who are still good friends. I met Peter on my first morning at breakfast. Sitting on the outer edge of the refectory, alone at a table that would frighten an agoraphobic, I pondered my ludicrous position. Here was an allegedly intelligent student sitting in a room which could hold hundreds of people and yet the idiot was not engaged in conversation. I made an alarmingly bold decision. I picked up my tray and moved to the centre table, which proved to be full of medics and chemists. One of them was a rugby- playing monument who was clearly puzzled by my arrival. I didn’t feel up to breaking the ice. While sitting there in a zombified condition, I noticed that the man sitting opposite me was wearing a Medic Alert bracelet.</p><p>“Are you diabetic by any chance?”</p><p>“Yeah, what of it?”</p><p>God, I wish I hadn’t just said that.</p><p>“So am I, that’s all.”</p><p>“Oh.”</p><p>Thinking that my communication skills were wanting, I quickly finished eating and took the tray to the disposal. As I left the Refectory a voice sounded behind me:</p><p>“Do you play snooker?”</p><p>“Yes.”</p><p>“Shall we have a game?”</p><p>“Why not?”</p><p>I could not believe my change of fortune. As we went upstairs, Peter was whistling part of a Bach Flute Sonata with extraordinary dexterity, if that is the correct term.</p><p>“Do you <em>play</em> the flute?”</p><p>“Yes, do you?”</p><p>“No, but I recognised the piece you were whistling. I have a recording of Jean-Pierre Rampal playing it.”</p><p>“So do you play anything?”</p><p>“Yes, the piano and the organ”.</p><p>He then told me that he was still learning from Sebastian Bell, of the London Sinfonietta and he also apologised for being abrupt at breakfast. While at school, he was studying Sciences with a view to taking a Medicine Degree at Cambridge. Unfortunately he was taken very ill with newly diagnosed diabetes at the time of his exams and Cambridge kindly said they would look at him the following year. Thus he came to King’s and ever since has referred to The Enemy as “The Old B.....d”.</p><p></p><p>I'm a great believer in fate, and I owe my existence today to that event over 40 years ago. I hope you might be inspired to go for it, especially since I think you are far more likely to bump into somebody blessed with a brain and open mind. Good luck!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Grant_Vicat, post: 2072405, member: 388932"] Hi [USER=171436]@banana2000[/USER] Your post takes me back to my first morning at King's College, London, October 1978, which the following describes: I started my first year at the Platanes Hall of Residence in Champion Hill, and I was to find out many years later that my paternal grandmother spent her childhood round the corner in Camberwell Grove and had been christened in St. Giles’s Camberwell. I was somewhat overwhelmed by the fact that I didn’t know a soul since one of the aspects of diabetes is that I have always been anxious about living alone. However there were some remarkable people in the same ghetto of whom a sizeable proportion had attended Northampton Grammar School. This included Iain Lynch and Peter Jones who are still good friends. I met Peter on my first morning at breakfast. Sitting on the outer edge of the refectory, alone at a table that would frighten an agoraphobic, I pondered my ludicrous position. Here was an allegedly intelligent student sitting in a room which could hold hundreds of people and yet the idiot was not engaged in conversation. I made an alarmingly bold decision. I picked up my tray and moved to the centre table, which proved to be full of medics and chemists. One of them was a rugby- playing monument who was clearly puzzled by my arrival. I didn’t feel up to breaking the ice. While sitting there in a zombified condition, I noticed that the man sitting opposite me was wearing a Medic Alert bracelet. “Are you diabetic by any chance?” “Yeah, what of it?” God, I wish I hadn’t just said that. “So am I, that’s all.” “Oh.” Thinking that my communication skills were wanting, I quickly finished eating and took the tray to the disposal. As I left the Refectory a voice sounded behind me: “Do you play snooker?” “Yes.” “Shall we have a game?” “Why not?” I could not believe my change of fortune. As we went upstairs, Peter was whistling part of a Bach Flute Sonata with extraordinary dexterity, if that is the correct term. “Do you [I]play[/I] the flute?” “Yes, do you?” “No, but I recognised the piece you were whistling. I have a recording of Jean-Pierre Rampal playing it.” “So do you play anything?” “Yes, the piano and the organ”. He then told me that he was still learning from Sebastian Bell, of the London Sinfonietta and he also apologised for being abrupt at breakfast. While at school, he was studying Sciences with a view to taking a Medicine Degree at Cambridge. Unfortunately he was taken very ill with newly diagnosed diabetes at the time of his exams and Cambridge kindly said they would look at him the following year. Thus he came to King’s and ever since has referred to The Enemy as “The Old B.....d”. I'm a great believer in fate, and I owe my existence today to that event over 40 years ago. I hope you might be inspired to go for it, especially since I think you are far more likely to bump into somebody blessed with a brain and open mind. Good luck! [/QUOTE]
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