We gather again for the KVN
In truth and not in jest.
We parted early and in haste
But we’re back and shall return!
So it ‘returned’ for the last time in the spring of Year Ten, just as that story was at its height. Having grown up in an atmosphere of unfaltering and absolute responsibility, it never entered our heads to refuse. I remember our deadened voices singing out jolly Kazakh couplets under the usual guffaws of the eminent audience.
I told my parents I wanted to enrol in drama school. I remember clearly, I said “want to” not “intend to:” prior to a conversation with her, I would never dare intend. But that conversation never came about. Even so, my mild announcement threw my parents into a panic: it could hardly have been worse had I announced I wanted to become a road sweeper
