What did I want to be? Anything but second-best. I knew what I did not want to do, and that was anything connected with sewing / tailoring. Briefly, I toyed with the ideas of journalism, librarianship and the Civil Service.
Even when I left school I still had no idea.
Fortunately, there was a lady that worked part-time in the chemist's shop where I worked after leaving school. She changed my life in a good way, pity is I no longer remember her name.
We had our tea breaks together and once she learnt I'd had a Grammar school education, she kept telling me from time-to-time how I was 'wasting my education' doing shop work.
By Spring I was applying to colleges and going for interviews.
That Autumn (Oct.) found me leaving home and going to college in Liverpool.
As they say, the rest is history.
Photo by permission of Chris Knagg.